Angel

Angel floats by, through the back of my mind

dressed in dust and rusty rings

Angel sits back at the head of my table

quietly watching the meal unfold through the screen

What every ghost wants is a body

a vessel to carry the burden of love through it's life

and if I'm a ghost of somebody

I'll give up searching to shoulder the burden with you

So don't open the window

just open your door

so don't open the window

just open your door

Angel haunts me, follow my footsteps

back to my home where she sleeps in a case by my bed

Angel lives in me, like the rest of our memories

Nestled and rested beneath all the thoughts in my head

What every ghost wants is a body

a vessel to carry the burden of love through it's life

and if I'm a ghost of somebody

I'll give up searching to shoulder the burden with you

So don't open the window

just open your door

so don't open the window

just open your door

So don't open the window

just open your door

so don't open the window

just open your door

So don't open the window

just open your door

so don't open the window

just open your door

So don't open the window

just open your door

so don't open the window

just open your door