The sunlight falls away The birds cease their singing The white angel lands to bare A million touches Seeking to caress and care As his old arrow slips in there
He strays where the good don’t go His sobbing heard around He longs to return White angel lost in his thoughts Looking for his soul He wants to save
His final arrow pulled taut Hoping it will reach Up above into the greyness But how can he succeed When no one believes In miracles of madness
He strays where the good don’t go His sobbing heard around He longs to return White angel lost in his thoughts Looking for his soul He wants to save
Flies the final arrow Through the grey grey clouds White angel lost in his thoughts Looking for his soul He wants to save
Flies the final arrow Through the grey grey clouds
Where the good don’t go The birds singing The white angel sleeps