WRECKED ANGELS

Throw me a line
As I’m drifting through oceans of time
Lost in the clouds in the sky
And craving a motion inside.
 
Icons get old
And demystify all of the soul
Till they’re no longer fragile and bold
But defined by the products they sold.
 
And the wrecked angels flying above
Blindly revived by their love
Defy what the universe knows
The mystery hides in our bones.
 
The mind defines and the heart undoes
As we drift into worlds up above
And we may hear the melody sigh
Till we listen inside.