10000000000000 Angels

Less gold, more roan There's more angels in this room than I'll ever know Two feet above empties and cables and smoke She already knows Less gold, more roan Like the scars and mistakes that are hid by my clothes There's no way to say I'm sorry, so can I just be alone? She already knows ~ Riddles and postcards addressed to my old home Lining the yard, a blankey of snow I was too young to see, to angry to know There were angels there waiting Wings and eyes all staring at me, Hoping I'd fall down where I'm supposed to be Tucked in the grass, silently sleeping There were angels there waiting