Paul's Song

In the morning
I hear the angels, they
lick our faces to make you smile
Oh, help me
we never touch,
please remember I
still believe in something beautiful

And you are
all I need
pick me up
I'm crying

In the winter
when the angels
sit between us
and wish that we could know,
I would want you
tell you how much
but the words
are hard for me to see

And you are
all I need
pick me up
I'm crying