Strange as Angels: Three Imaginary Boys

Walk across the garden in the footsteps of my shadow

See the lights out, no one's home

In amongst the statues stare at nothing in the garden moves

Can you help me?

Close my eyes and hold so tightly, scared of what the morning brings

Waiting for tomorrow, never comes

Deep inside the empty feeling all the nighttime leaves me

Three imaginary boys

Slipping through the door, hear my heartbeat in the hallway

Echoes round and round in my head

Drifting up the stairs, I see the steps behind me disappearing

Can you help me?

Close my eyes and hold so tightly, scared of what the morning brings

Waiting for tomorrow, never comes

Deep inside the empty feeling all the nighttime leaves me

Three imaginary boys

Singing, "My sweet, sweet child

The moon will change your mind"

See the cracked reflection standing still before the bedroom mirror

Over my shoulder no one's there

Whispers in the silence pressing close behind me

Pressing close behind

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Can you help me?

Can you help me?