An Angel's Final Prayer
by Balmora
From the album: With Thorns of Glass and Petals of Grief
Duration: 3:50
Lyrics for An Angel's Final Prayer
Thousands of miles north she sees my eyes through The aperture of her door And I see hers reflecting off a kitchen knife A kitchen knife I feel her marrow in my bones Hundreds of pages torn from a notebook Full of words that never meant anything anyway Just like these Her halo made of broken glass from the windshield Her body shot like an arrow in an acrylic painted circle I use the shrapnel to chisel an epitaph into an empty field No one will bring flowers to an unmarked grave She always hated roses anyway She always hated roses anyway Silence falls over the burial site As a veil of spring rain shrouds the road She always hated roses anyway She always hated roses anyway You should have seen how beautiful you looked You should have seen how beautiful you looked You should have seen how beautiful you looked With a face full of glass shards (Can you hear your guardian angel crying?) (I can)