| Somewhere between |
| What can and can’t be seen |
| I knelt in your spring |
| You dusted off my wings |
| Your kiss upon my face |
| Feels like a brush with grace |
| Baby, that’s all it takes |
| To take me higher |
| If true love really does exist |
| It would feel as pure as this |
| Baby, it’s as if |
| We’re dancing with angels… |
| Stealing light from shooting stars |
| We’re just taking what is ours |
| In each other’s arms |
| We’re dancing with angels… |
| How did we find |
| Smooth blue in a crooked sky |
| Could be love winds |
| Gold threads through a grand design |
| Your whisper on my skin |
| Familiar healing wind |
| We must be slipping in |
| Heaven’s windows |
| (repeat chorus) |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh — oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah — ah, ah |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh — oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Ah, ah, ah, ah — yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Bridge: |
| (Yeah) Your kiss upon my face |
| (Yeah) Feels like a brush with grace |
| (Yeah) Baby, that’s all it takes |
| To take me higher |
| (repeat chorus 2x) |
| Angels, Angels |
| Dancing with, dancing with, dancing with angels |
| Angels, Angels |