so i just sat there in that chair
bound tight by doubt and phantom pain
where it's the winter of my need
but now the burdens all are lost
in my cold hands and on my thoughts
and all the flowers that you cherished
are now weeds

so i hear you are the angel when you
let them in to taste your light
but i have been there once before dear
and you have nothing grand or bright

i didnt think i'd last this long
but here i stand in all my glory
while your hard anger meets its peak
if ever i was all alone with you
then i'm now so far ahead
that the next time that you see me
will be in your dreams

so i hear you are the angel when you
let them in to fight your fight
but i have been there once before dear
and you have nothing grand or bright