歌词
Folding corners into perfect shape
When forlorn pings make hell each escape
I came nightly to this place
By the way of a crooked and unseen highway
I can't find myself anyway
As she takes me there
I can't be myself anyway
Still she takes me there
Within seconds the room was filled
Angels pushed her from my windowsill
Far below me the semblance burned
Embers of halos kindling her
I can't find myself anyway
As she takes me there
I can't be myself anyway
Still she takes me there