Cold-Blooded Angels

Cold-blooded angels in blankets of ash

Alone in the southern pines

There's a place in the garden where nothing will grow

But I could stay forever

Where I lay every night on the forest's floor

Asleep with both eyes open

Because I need that bitter hand that struck me blind

To keep my eyes from closing

Pale as the rose or the shadow it throws

Over earth and sky

If the rocks in my pocket were cinder in stone

I'd owe it all to nothing

Wasted years on an empty road

Where flies buzz around my head

Now I miss the bitter hand that cut me down

All the way to nothing

Wasted years on an empty road

Where flies buzz around my head

If the dust in my pocket was silver or gold

I'd spend it all on nothing

There's something waiting at the door

I hear it breathing

I follow even though I'm sure

I should be leaving

There's something waiting at the door

I see it leading

Every time I ask for more

I can't believe it

All I need was hanging at the door

I'm not sleeping anymore

Because I remember every single word

Every little thing I can't forget

Cold-blooded angels

Stop staring at the sky

We all pay a terrible price

When we learn to fly

And if I could forget you

Oh, how hard I tried

Please, somebody tell me

How the hell did I survive?