Cut the air with your sharp razor smile
Fill the holes you've been digging for a while
Sweep the hair from your sand-dune yellow eyes
Call a friend you can trust with your greatest lies
The angel on your window-sill is calling you
I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice
Call a friend you can trust with your greatest lies
Arm the beast, with the knowledge of a man
Cut him loose, and try to catch him if you can
Skipping stones on the lack of memory
Skin and bones, what remains of you and me
The angel on your window-sill is calling you
I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice
Skin and bones, what remains of you and me
Some they wanna dance, some they wanna fight
Some they want to live it twice
And she says she's here, but with her fairy eyes
But I got magic in the dice, I feel it every single day
(The angel on your window-sill is calling you)
(I can hear it like a slow crack in the ice)
(I was just thinking about nothing)
