Pajamajam
When all the days are counted done
And all the world watches fading sun
Then shall he reach his arms to me
And in his breath the angels sing
As oceans rise into the clouds
I hear his voice so clearly now
So incandescent is the sight
That all transcends into light
Reach out to me and touch my face
And lay my living soul to waste
Then draw me close into your eyes
And let the light out from inside
And the Angels sing
Writer/s: Eye Splice
