Yeah, I would walk the streets alone
Like a dead ship sailing,
The arrival to the sticking point
Where you feel you got no one at all
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,
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
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
sometimes reality is punching like
sometimes reality is punching like