Angels die everytime you speak
but I'd kill to touch your shadow.
Its queer the things you do to me
but I would follow you till tomorrow.
Heaven's lights are dimming again,
salvation slowing to a crawl,
things used to be so much better then
when God was on the wall.
You're the darkest soul I've ever met,
you pull happiness from the heart
but I would follow you, ready, set,
go, I'm with you from the start.
Shakespeare never wrote like this,
he had demons under his bed.
Cupid's arrow would be sure to miss
the target on your head.
Your kisses crush me and make me weak
but I'd kill to touch your shadow,
if ever you stopped doing these things to me
my tears would feel so hollow.