Fallen Angel

It's like driving through a hurricane, a thousand miles in the sky where the angels play

As we were on the road, the sunlight hit the snow, and the darkened skies are turning grey

Curses and rymes, trying to steal your mind, lightning strikes as you run for the sun

The flowers turn to stone, through the glass and broken bone, thunder crashes like a bolt from a gun

There's a crack in the sky, I can see through the light, the heavens open and the angels sing

The sun has turned bright, now we're under attack, from an angel with a broken wing

Curses and rymes, trying to steal your mind, lightning strikes as you run for the sun

The flowers turn to stone, through the glass and broken bone, from the crashes like a bolt from a gun