Cold and consoling, a fresh piece of art
He held you so cruelly, like you were a dart
Awake for the journey, longing for flight
But he never threw you that night
Amazed by the beauty, she took photographs
To capture the moment the best way she had
So she can remember, go back to the day
That place where there's nowhere to stay
There was lavender bloom all around
As it sickened him slowly, he clung to the sound of sweet Angeline singing like noone was there
Then the flutter of wings in the air
She walked in the water, cold earth in her hand
Then she painted her body with the mark of the land
He told her his stories beneath glistening leaves
As his words slipped away in the breeze
Love in the sunshine, a verse in a cloud
Intent on the meaning, they shout it out loud
And run 'cross the river, suspended in air
And leave like they never were there
There was lavender bloom all around
As it sickened him slowly, he clung to the sound of sweet Angeline singing like noone was there
Then the flutter of wings...
A song on a ceiling, words hung on a wall
Still the memory changes each time it's recalled
But somehow in changing, becomes something new
A story impossibly true
A story impossibly true