One flickering light becomes an apparition
A dancing angel on a window's pane
And hands come together
Like a memory of Sunday, fruition, refrain
Somewhere down the line; somewhere far away
Time: hold back your restless hands
And those of us who wait
And I; I would have met you there
Had I still known your face
You've fallen far away from my light
And trying to shut your eyes
To the broken chain that dangles free again
My fallen friend
Your heaven but a hand to hold in my eyes
Always trying to breathe you life
If not to burn than enough to break free
If you're hearing me
Nothing now but a search for an absolution
A dying angel gives way to the light of dawn
What I've made eternal is nothing but ashes on tables
Now words upon page
Pieces of me that got left behind
And time: hold back your restless hands
And those of us who wait
And I, I would have met you there
And I still know your face
You've fallen far away from my light
And trying to shut your eyes
To the broken chain that dangles free again
My fallen friend
Your heaven but a hand to hold in my eyes
Always trying to breathe you life
If not to burn then enough to break free
If you're hearing me
Not to say
Well separate
Contemplate thee
Eviscerate me
And time: hold back your restless hands
And those of us who wait
And I...