Painted eyes and glass in her pocket Slipping off the rock and touching water Do you love me? Keep stumbling towards that little island of frozen grass Lips are turning blue If you loved me you would be here
Chorus: Tripping toes Existing in a different world Everything is blurred and feels dizzy Angels fall Touching icy surface The angel in the lake
With fingers so frail but confident Fumble through what seems an ocean Did you ever... Got a hand on what never should have been there The lake's ice turns red ...did you ever love me at all?
Tripping toes Existing in a different world Starting to clear and become real Angels capture Returning with frosty wings The angel in the lake