Angel of the Cross (feat. Danielle Spencer)

The street that drags me up the hill
To the wrong side of the road
Where young drinking men, meet regret
And love is sought and sold
Where solid possibilities
Are ground away to dust
In a demon's dance
I first glanced
My Angel of the Cross.
Floating past the fountain, to El Alamein
Caught in her and haunted
I will climb this hill again
With such a beauty recognized
I walk until I'm lost
I followed her, I couldn't talk to her
My Angel of the Cross.
Each man, has his hungers
And mine's for such as you
If I had a savior's courage
I'd know exactly what to do
But I'm no knight in shining armor
And you no nightingale
I'm sorry Angel of the Cross
This is not a fairytale.
Your supple skin will harden
Shut down and left to die
Your breath will sigh and leave you
Speechless and out of time
And you'll shrink into your bones
"Till amongst the bones you lie.
These lights are sirens dear not beacons
As you have come to know
The river's only raindrops
That counterfelt the glow
I watched through sweethearts window
You count your tips and not the costs
Tonight I may well speak your name
My Angel of the Cross.
Each man, has his hungers
And mine's for such as you
If I had a savior's courage
I'd know exactly what to do
But I'm no knight in shining armor
And you no nightingale
I'm sorry Angel of the Cross
This is not a fairytale.
Your supple skin will harden
Shut down and left to die
Your breath will sigh and leave you
Speechless and out of time
And you become transparent
In the shuttered view of passers by
And you'll shrink into your bones
"Till amongst the bones you lie.
These lights are sirens dear not beacons
As you have come to know.