Cold-blooded angels in blankets of ash Alone in the southern pines There's a place in the garden Where nothing will grow But I could stay forever Where I lay every night on the forest's floor Asleep with both eyes open 'Cause I need that bitter hand That struck me blind To keep my eyes from closing
Pale as the rose or the shadow it throws Over earth and sky If the rocks in my pocket Were cinder and stone I'd owe it all to nothing
Wasted years on an empty road Where flies buzz around my head Now I miss the bitter hand That cut me down All the way to nothing
Wasted years on an empty road Where flies buzz around my head If the dust in my pocket Was silver or gold I'd spend it all on nothing
There's something waiting at the door I hear it breathing I follow even though I'm sure I should be leading There's something waiting at the door I see it bleeding Every time I ask for more I can't believe it All I need was hanging 'round the door I'm not sleeping anymore 'Cause I remember every single word Every little thing I can't forget
Cold-blooded angels Stop staring at the sky We all pay a terrible price When we learn to fly And if I could forget you Oh, how hard I tried Please, somebody tell me How the hell did I survive?
Compositores: John Baizley, Gina Gleason, Nick Jost & Sebastian Thomson