1 May 2012
You feel you've created them. All the lies you despise and deny as you're trying to comprehend. Then you'll drink your weight again, And pray it will take you away to a place where you can pretend.
That all that you touch will turn into gold, and your confidence acts as your shelter.
But that voice on you shoulder says "not till you're older son, You're far too young, to ever belong"
So you take, on the world. For the angel that you call your girl. And you won't stand aside. Swimming against rising tides.
'cause it's all for a time that you're dreaming of, When you walk hand in hand on the water. So is it such a crime that you've fallen in love, And could be, with the angel that they call their daughter?
He stands, somewhere in between, With a wall that keeps all things enthralling from falling and squeaky clean. And he hates, the unforeseen. And demands that no man take her hand and make plans he can't intervene.
But that chip on his shoulder, Just makes him grow colder. A boy may be young, Doesn't mean that he's wrong.
So he hands, down the world. To the angel who's his little girl. But he won't stand aside, Just to be there if she cried.
But to look at the clock oh he knows how it feels, To see each passing day getting shorter. So is it such a shock that you're head over heels and could be, With the angel that he calls his daughter?
Angel Daughter • Opuss № I