Fly away from me.
The angels came again last night
over the hills, i watched them fly
my thoughts turn over to you why
Tell me where were you
Flying high above me
The dream too good to be true
Waiting for her to fall apart
Just waiting for her to part
Its her face I see
How she witnesses me
How she flew away from me
Too high to see
No need to ask me why
No need to wonder
Where was I
When the Angels flew high
I was sitting
watching them die
While I was
Running away
Fly away from me
To the only place you know
Wherever I may not be
The only place that doesn’t grow
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