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Dancing With the Angels
If I fell from heaven's gate,
Would you catch me in your arms,
Somewhere, in time or space?
If you don't believe in fate,
Would you hold me in your heart,
At least with silent grace?
Sometimes when I call
I don't feel your love at all;
If ever it existed, it was long ago.
Does life become the truth,
Past the visions of our youth?
If I ever understood this,
Well, I just don't recall.
Chorus:
When you're dancing with the angels,
Where fools would fear to go,
Just know your heart could tumble down,
And melt like summer snow.
You can dance upon your wings,
In blinded majesty so high
While you tumble like the rain,
'Cause only angels fly…
I keep looking to the future,
But haunted by the past,
And all I see is you.
Trapped within your ghost,
Your whispered hands, upon my skin,
Just passing through...
And it's not for lack of trying,
It's just that love is dying
On a march to who knows where,
A never-ending road.
A traveler on this highway
Whose heart has turned to stone;
Looking for a harbour,
A place to call his own.
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© Scott Cameron Smith 1998 |
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