Born to haunted lullabies­

That tangle with the clouds

From the house of angels

Her words came pouring down

Six strings and ancient things

Weaving dark refrains

Songs like velvet arrows

Falling somber rain

 

Deep river melody

That shivers on the skin

Made you long to be the song

And places that she’d been

Rusty hues and faded blues

That paint old rugged towns

Hazy memories

Float like eiderdown

 

Somewhere in the shadows on a midnight road

She's strumming on a blue guitar

Singing the last heartbroken song

Somewhere in the middle of a midnight sky

She's watching from a borrowed star

Lonesome angel…You don't belong

 

The world was a radio

Spinning in her hands

Poems on her fingertips

The dreams of distant lands

Wandering the stories

In ever changing layers

Sipping solitudes

Of all your secret prayers

 

Somewhere in the shadows on a midnight road

She's strumming on a blue guitar

Singing the last heartbroken song

Somewhere in the middle of a midnight sky

She's watching from a borrowed star

Lonesome angel…You don't belong

 

Some are born against the ropes

Some know them by heart

Some are out there shooting blanks

Others shooting stars

From the house of angels

She waits in a golden cage

Dropping memories

With the summer rain

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