An angel flies tonight, her heart stood alone, in the emptiness that is her life.
As she flies, her dark brown fire flicks behind her.
She soars in the sky, alone and cold.
How I gaze upon my angel.

I see the angel, stood alone, her heart growing cold.
And I wish to the sky, if only the angel would not cry.
It darkens my day, and saddens my soul, when the angel wants to die.
How I long for my angel.

In the dark night sky, the angel shimmers into darkness,
Alone and cold. I long for wings which will take me as high,
So that I can be with her, and stop her tears, drowning her face.
How I wish for my angel.

I spoke to the angel, her voice flowed by like silk,
She spoke of how alone she was, the emptiness that is her life.
How she longed for somebody to hold, in her soft embrace.
How I need my angel.

Emptiness, as I gaze upon her black eyes, two round holes in life itself,
Dry your eyes, for you need not be alone, warm yourself with love.
Take my hand, set me free. Let us soar together, fly so high.
Caress me with your singing, be gentle with your touch,
For, my angel, I love you, so, so much.