Angels Cry

He's been keeping my mind in a cage of
Black static, white code
I'm running all the way to my angel's
Seraphic repose
And in the quiet night
I can hear the angels cry for us
For us
And in the morning light
I can still hear the echoes in my mind
The angels cry, the angels cry
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm running back to my
Angel's arms
I'm running back to my
Angel's arms
Angel's arms
Angel's cry