When We Were Angels

Come a little bit closer
You've got something, I say
Come a little bit closer
Let my mind industrious
Look through my eyes, now, I want you to sing
Toast in mind in what is could be
When we were angels we ran the place
When there were wolves we were part of the chase
When does the pressure become a crack?
When we were angels we had wings on our backs
Walk a little bit smaller
You've been dragging me down
Morning mister on bored over lasting bristletail
Look through my eyes, now, I want you to sing
I wish it was tomorrow when the angels have been
When we were angels we ran the place
When there were wolves we were part of the chase
When does the pressure become a crack?
When we were angels we had wings on our backs
When we were angels we ran the place
When we were angels we ran the place
When we were angels we ran the place
When we were angels we ran the place
When we were angels we ran the place
When we were angels we ran the place
When we were angels we ran the place
When we were angels we ran the place
When there were wolves we were part of the chase
When does the pressure become a crack?
When we were angels we had wings on our backs
We had wings on our backs
We had wings on our backs