I sit and wait, does an angel 

contemplate my fate? And do they know,

 the places where we go when we're grey and old?

Cos I've been told that 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 waterfall, wherever it may take me

 I know that life wont break me, when I come to call. 

She wont forsake me

 I’m loving angels instead