(Half rushed - may rewrite when I get in ☺)
They see me in the moonlight
They see me in the sun
I scare them at twilight
But my job is never done
They see me by the graves now
They see me, I'm so old
I will soon spread my wings somehow
And fly away from this cold
I am the angel
The one that looks over you
I look over all the graves
It's just something that I do
Feeling rusty and old now
I want to spread my wings
I'd love to know how
I want to get out and do things
At the graveyard
I'm the angel
Never am I to leave
When I fall in love with things
'Cos I calm dead when I sing
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