| You cut god out of me
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| I was only 18 and nothing was real
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| But you showed me love
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| The edges rough
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| And taught me how to feel
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| You cut god out of me
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| But I swear I don’t resent you for that
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| I just miss the way it was
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| Without the world up on my back
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| Oh and you had your demons
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| And I stopped believing
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| In anything but you
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| Yeah, you had your demons
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| And I stopped believing in anything
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| When hell froze over
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| We got older
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| We got jaded baby
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| But when I see you now
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| You still look like an angel
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| When you’re not sober
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| Your mind can wander
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| 'Til the ghost of my hands have faded
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| But when you see me now
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| I still look like your angel
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| For years my heart was cement
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| But baby I was water in your palms
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| And it’s taken all I have
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| Just to get me right back
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| To where we are
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| For years you fell of the map
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| And so I did the only thing I know how
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| I got a window seat
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| High above the platitudes
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| Till I’d seen all I had from you
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| And I wrote it all down, bled it out
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| You had your reasons
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| So I don’t wanna blame you for anything
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| But I know
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| That you had your demons
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| And I stopped believing in anything
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| When hell froze over
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| We got older
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| We got jaded baby
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| But when I see you now
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| You still look like an angel
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| When you’re not sober
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| Your mind can wander
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| 'Til the ghost of my hands have faded
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| But when you see me now
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| I still look like your angel |