Wentworth Miller

I SIT AND WAIT.DOES AN ANGEL CONTEMPLATE MY FATE?AND DO THEY KNOWTHE PLACES WHERE WE GOWHEN WE´RE GREY AND OLD?´COS I´VE BEEN TOLDTHAT SALVATION LETS THEIR WINGS UNFOLD.SO WHEN I´M LYING IN MY BED,THOUGHTS RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD,AND I FEEL THAT LOVE IS DEAD,I´M LOVING ANGELS INSTEAD.AND THROUGH IT ALL SHE OFFERS ME PROTECTION,A LOT OF LOVE AND AFFECTION ,WHETHER I´M RIGHT OR WRONG.AND DOWN THE WATERFALLWHEREVER IT MAY TAKE ME,I KNOW THAT LIFE WON´T BREAK ME.WHEN I COME TO CALL, SHE WON´T FORSAKE ME,I´M LOVING ANGELS INSTEAD.WHEN I´M FEELING WEAK,AND MY PAIN WALKS DOWN A ONE-WAY STREET.I LOOK ABOVE,AND I KNOW I´LL ALWAYS BE BLESSED WITH LOVE,AND AS THE FEELING GROWS,SHE BREATHES FLESH TO MY BONES,AND WHEN LOVE IS DEADI´M LOVING ANGELS INSTEAD.AND THROUGH IT ALL SHE OFFERS ME PROTECTION,A LOT OF LOVE AND AFFECTION,WHETHER I´M RIGHT OR WRONG.AND DOWN THE WATERFALLWHEREVER IT MAY TAKE ME,I KNOW THAT LIFE WON´T BREAK ME.WHEN I COME TO CALL, SHE WON´T FORSAKE ME,I´M LOVING ANGELS INSTEAD.