I could walk
the streets alone
Yeah, I would walk the streets alone
Like a dead ship sailing,
I might not make it home
The arrival to the sticking point
Where you feel you got no one at all
Don't get disappointed
If the world ain't what you thought
I'm not playing the angel,
I'm not playing the angel
And I lost the will to carry on,
yeah
I could walk the streets alone,
full of ashes and endless shards
Rolling right on down my damaged throat
But I believe in the angel's place
Yeah, I believe you're my
saving grace
Would you show me heaven?
Cause I might not gonna make it home
I'm never gonna make it home
I'm not playing the angel
I'm not playing the angel
I think I lost the will to carry on
I'm not playing the angel
I'm not playing the angel
I think I lost the will to carry on
You carry on,
You carry on,
You carry on,
You carry on
It's not too late
Sometimes reality is
punching line
It's not too late
Sometimes reality is
punching line
It's not too late,
sometimes reality is punching like
It's not too late,
sometimes reality is punching like
Let us
Yeah