I build my house somewhere
On memories of you
A hollow field I've played
And wondering where I've gone
In lines made perfect
One chance to run away
Angel wings, marmalade
So I'm covering 'til my death
Lord although I burn, I am so cold
Though you've sent me off alone in the wind,
You have let me go
Call out every nation, call out every heart
Part of my own sense of what is right
Part of my own sense of where it went wrong
In lines made perfect
One chance to run away
Angel wings, marmalade
So I'm covering 'til my death
Every time I am safe
Go and find the fire
Every tear, every choice, every breath - you have let it go
Because when misty skies won't last
Only what is left is what you show
Call out every nation, call out every heart
Part of my own sense of what is right
Part of my own sense of where it went wrong
Part of my own sense of what is right
Part of my own sense of where it went wrong