Today the sun burned away at my face and I just let it burn.
Another angel turned her back on me.
She folded her wings and hung her head.
God, you gave me this heart,
but I was wondering if I could trade it in.
I wail and I weep for I cannot sleep;
for I stare at the ghosts of my own design.
Driving past the quiet steeples in the night.
I harbour these tears in my eyes.
She thinks she is hearing sounds in the night
and I am fighting just to sleep
and I wail and I weep.
The bells will ring in the steeple in the morning.
And I'm just now trying to find myself.
Singing the words to create acceptance were never my good intentions
and now I've only a house full of regrets.
Shatter the glass of my eye.
And I will come to see this blinding darkness.
And I've lost sight of all that is real.
For I sit here alone; I write a novel of my own.
And there are no happy endings in this tradgedy.
The bells will ring in the steeple in the morning.
And I'm just now trying to find myself.
Singing the words to create acceptance were never my good intentions.
And now I've only a house full of regrets.
Sometimes I am almost content in my sorrow.
My ship is sailing to the seas.
So wave and blow your kisses
cause I'm not sure I'll be home anytime soon.
I've set out to fail the world.
I've set out to fail myself.
I will dream the dreamers lie that everything is okay,
when everything isn't okay.
He says my burden is also his but I don't want to put this on him.
Stare up at steeples lost in the night.
I find myself so lost on the inside.
And now I've only a house full of regrets.
And as the wind blows it takes with it all the memories.
And as the breeze blows I turn my eyes to the skies and hope for hope
that this will soon come to pass.
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Today the sun burned away at my face and I just let it burn.
Another angel turned her back on me.
She folded her wings and hung her head.
God, you gave me this heart,
but I was wondering if I could trade it in.
I wail and I weep for I cannot sleep;
for I stare at the ghosts of my own design.
Driving past the quiet steeples in the night.
I harbour these tears in my eyes.
She thinks she is hearing sounds in the night
and I am fighting just to sleep
and I wail and I weep.
The bells will ring in the steeple in the morning.
And I'm just now trying to find myself.
Singing the words to create acceptance were never my good intentions
and now I've only a house full of regrets.
Shatter the glass of my eye.
And I will come to see this blinding darkness.
And I've lost sight of all that is real.
For I sit here alone; I write a novel of my own.
And there are no happy endings in this tradgedy.
The bells will ring in the steeple in the morning.
And I'm just now trying to find myself.
Singing the words to create acceptance were never my good intentions.
And now I've only a house full of regrets.
Sometimes I am almost content in my sorrow.
My ship is sailing to the seas.
So wave and blow your kisses
cause I'm not sure I'll be home anytime soon.
I've set out to fail the world.
I've set out to fail myself.
I will dream the dreamers lie that everything is okay,
when everything isn't okay.
He says my burden is also his but I don't want to put this on him.
Stare up at steeples lost in the night.
I find myself so lost on the inside.
And now I've only a house full of regrets.
And as the wind blows it takes with it all the memories.
And as the breeze blows I turn my eyes to the skies and hope for hope
that this will soon come to pass.
Another angel turned her back on me.
She folded her wings and hung her head.
God, you gave me this heart,
but I was wondering if I could trade it in.
I wail and I weep for I cannot sleep;
for I stare at the ghosts of my own design.
Driving past the quiet steeples in the night.
I harbour these tears in my eyes.
She thinks she is hearing sounds in the night
and I am fighting just to sleep
and I wail and I weep.
The bells will ring in the steeple in the morning.
And I'm just now trying to find myself.
Singing the words to create acceptance were never my good intentions
and now I've only a house full of regrets.
Shatter the glass of my eye.
And I will come to see this blinding darkness.
And I've lost sight of all that is real.
For I sit here alone; I write a novel of my own.
And there are no happy endings in this tradgedy.
The bells will ring in the steeple in the morning.
And I'm just now trying to find myself.
Singing the words to create acceptance were never my good intentions.
And now I've only a house full of regrets.
Sometimes I am almost content in my sorrow.
My ship is sailing to the seas.
So wave and blow your kisses
cause I'm not sure I'll be home anytime soon.
I've set out to fail the world.
I've set out to fail myself.
I will dream the dreamers lie that everything is okay,
when everything isn't okay.
He says my burden is also his but I don't want to put this on him.
Stare up at steeples lost in the night.
I find myself so lost on the inside.
And now I've only a house full of regrets.
And as the wind blows it takes with it all the memories.
And as the breeze blows I turn my eyes to the skies and hope for hope
that this will soon come to pass.