ANGELS

We're standing on a hill - you and me
touched by God - love is our armory
You hold my hand - lights from above
flowers around us, they bow for our love

Birds are singing in the sky
Give me your hand
We have to go into the wasteland

We are the last defenders - our wings spread wide
You press my hand - our fate is to fight

They can`t tear us apart - the sky is fading to grey
Tears in our eyes

We are walking over skeletons
We are praying for another day
We are passing recent battlefields
Our love can't force this storm away

text: peter spilles | project pitchfork