There was something that I had to tell you While you were sleeping late last night I cut the cords to the anchor and took a flight Up above our bedroom walls And blanketed in night I saw southern stars reaching to northern lights Angel eyes
I felt as powerless as good intentions It felt good to be so unrequired The organist shook against the tremor choir Up above our bedroom walls And bathed in blurring light So soft and out of focus in the dimmest light Angel eyes
And blanketed in night So soft and out of focus in the dimmest light Angel eyes
But you don't know what you mean to me? No, you don't know what you mean to me Angel eyes