| i hear the angels coming | |
| but they are taking their time | |
| they all decided to walk here | |
| instead of flying on little white feet | |
| that our eyes cannot see traveling | |
| inside a snail shell along the boundary | |
| and maybe that's why i cried | |
| last night when i walked through the dark | |
| i felt the crush of a pearl beneath | |
| my shoe and i bent down | |
| to see my own heart shatter | |
| it is the moon that draws | |
| then out from underneath decaying | |
| leaves the spring insinuating | |
| rebirth turning so they walk | |
| the angels do at a molluskan | |
| pace the way our love grew until | |
| and angel's tender soul pressed down | |
| and released the truth | |
| a flower up from under ground | |
| maybe that's why i cried last night | |
| when i walked through the dark | |
| i felt the crush of a pearl | |
| beneath my shoe and i bent down | |
| to see my own heart shatter | |
| i feel the angels coming | |
| but they are taking their time | |
| they all decided to walk | |
| here instead of flying |