Angels Bled
I liked the Color of her hair
Her cinnamon scent that filled the air
Her hair was red
We drank a glass of cherry Wine
She showed me hers I showed her mine
The angels bled
How Did I ever Find the nerve
To touch that shoulder's rounded curve
Beneath her shawl
But the story went as stories will
We built a House upon a hill
She died last fall
And I weep for her
Like She'd weep for me
The sun only sets, never rises, the days are the same
It's done, no regrets, no surprises, now ain't that a shame
Perhaps I'm awake and perhaps I'm asleep
I can't tell the difference, all I do is weep
Quite the ordinary love
It never was the passion of
The century
But we both could lift the burden
Of the trials and toil and hurtin'
With one hand free
Her arms akimbo now and then
When I would do like other men
And let it slip
But we stuck together to the point
It almost seemed like we were joined
Right at the hip
And I weep for her
Like She'd weep for me
The watch and the chain that She gave me
Now locked in a drawer
It's such a great pain, WHO's to save me
when I'm on the floor
The night is too Dark and the Road is too steep
I give up the struggle and helplessly weep
For her
Eternities are seldom sold assembled
They always come in kits with DIY instructions printed Way too small
With fingertips grown cold and hands that tremble
I fumbledwith the bits that just won't fit the fragments that I still recalll
Like the smell of her cooking or the sound of tyres on gravel
All I can do is sit and watch the tapestry unravel
Hmmm hmmm
And I weep for her
I know She'd weep for me
The flood of the shot that I got takes a hold on my head
Our blood and the blood of our blood at the foot of my bed
Not with a gush But a pitiful seep
I slip out the backdoor and still I just weep
Writer/s: Christian Peter Bisbjerg Rasmussen, Jan Hjelm Rosendal Jørgensen
