Angel's Arms Lyrics

I cleaned my conscience but now it starts

I got so wicked

I don't see how, with us

Now I think I'm touching clouds

And I feel I play with feathers

But I fear I play with you, instead, in my hands

Where is this sign that would drive me right?

A hand, filmy, in mine

Is fumbling my way into this

Couldn't you notice I can't get through?

Couldn't you see in me, clawing at you?

Now I feel I'm detuned and lost

I feel I missed the rail

Couldn't you be mine?

Now I feel I play with feathers

Now I think I'm touching clouds

Angel's arms