Tekster: Cause And Effect. In Shakespeare's Garden.

As the colors swim in circles
And rhythms shimmer through the chandeliers
As the gods send gifts of balance
And things of distance become things of near
As the sky reaches burnout
And the crowds disappear
In the temple I'll be waiting
For my angel to appear
Where did you get your wings my angel
Where did you get that light within your eyes
Where did you get your wings my angel
Push me up towards the sky
As the stars move around me

And shoot towards the edge of time
As the gods send gifts of penance
To relieve the pain of my things of crime
As Lucy touches diamonds
Repeating number nine
In the temple I'll be waiting
For my angel so sublime
And I'm sitting in Shakespeare's garden underneath a tree
Wishing that my missing angel could come back to me
To help me breathe (come on, lets go)s