Playthings

Lock away the gods
The dresses bows and rings look here
You wear your angel well
But would you dare beware his fall

Without a breath then calls
Upon the fairest of them all
I miss her face to face
But through the misted glass I hear her say

Don't you know
We're the playthings of the gods
You should know
We fell together with the times

Yet my word withdrawn
Wound of secrets songs and hymns
Sinned your mark to find within
The wounded messenger I'd hid

Enough your words she joked
What you missed you always did
But I'll forgive the sin

Cause don't you know
We're the playthings of the gods
You should know
It was just your sense of time
And I hope
That you'll see me through in kind

As we come undone
As holy cloth in shreds
Drapes an open chest
As cherubs hush to draw the dawn

One angel left
Untucks its wings of glue
And sings its best
Would you care to catch him now babe



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Snyder Iii
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