Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand,
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?
I guess there might not be too many,
Who would stand beside you now,
Where'd you come from? Where am I going?
Why'd you leave me 'til I'm only good for.

Waiting for you, all my sins,
I said that I would pay for them,
If I could come back to you,
All my innocence is wasted on,
The dead and dreaming.

Every night these silhouettes appear above my head,
Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper,
Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream,
Did you come? Would you lie?
Why'd you leave us 'til we're only good for.

Waiting for you, all my sins,
I said that I would pay for them,
If I could come back to you,
All my innocence is wasted on,
The dead and dreaming.

I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed,
Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book,
And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms,
Well I will not be an enemy of anything,
I'll only stand here.

Waiting for you, all my sins,
I said that I would pay for them,
If I could come back to you,
All my innocence is wasted on,
The dead and dreaming.

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away,
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'll leave the day,
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone,
I'm gone.