Fingers And Tongues

I watch this angel fall slowly
From grace into my arms
Heavenly wings black and torn.
So cold and barely breathing
From my fingers to the grave, a long nite waits

A touch to shake you from the inside
A long nite waits

Help me find the strength to cut the damaged
pieces clean and take you somewhere safe so you can see.
I've got a laundry list of violations to carry out
In your sweet name.
To cary out in your sweet name.

I've only just begun to tear it all down around me