When the skies turn to dark
When the streetlights turn on
And the curtains get drawn I'll come
This love is an art form meant to be taught
These arms grew these hands to hold
You
Deep in like water
Strong as my father
And the women that cradled his
Bones
Did we choose each other?
Cause the Angels keep coming
And dropping me off at your door
And calling it home
When the lights start to dim
When the shadows grow thin
And you patience begins to melt
This love travels far
Sounds all the alarms
These limbs grew these legs to run
To you
Deep in like water
Strong as my father
And the women that cradled his
Bones
Did we choose each other?
Cause the Angels keep coming
And dropping me off at your door
And calling it home