Intro: sl. sl. sl. Verso 1: Snowflakes land on her face She aches like all angels ache Purest of the pure Skin soft smooth to her toes She hates having nowhere to go In her orange sweater I think fuck, you're an angel Floating dangerously closer to the sun All of my memories, melted to fading And I'm terrified you'll burn Verso 2: I want her to be entertained By the products of my brain I'm smart enough to know I'm stupid I want her to be warm and dry I cry and I cry and I cry My memories being wiped tomorrow I think fuck, you're an angel Floating dangerously closer to the sun All of my memories, melted to fading I'm terrified you'll burn BREAK: Yeah, I worry, I worry, I worry Yeah, I worry about my angel Yeah, I worry, I worry As I want no harm to find her Instrumental: