An old poem/song about unrequited love and personal demons |
Anna’s Angels Anna’s angels are hovering Over every single corner of me Flying wings, they are shadowing Shadowing all the things I see Anna’s angels are still fading But they follow every time I see a pretty face Hello demon, I see you dancing Though you fear the open space Goodbye hometown I got to build myself A shrine of bottles to my collapse Hello new love, are you feeling well Anna’s angels hold my hand as I run past Goodbye mother, I got to leave this home Do I feel like a stranger that’s coming home soon? Goodbye father, I’m going on my own I can’t stand the walls in this room Hello demon, you’re a rotten being Hold me like a child and tell me I’m worth nothing Anna’s angels not leaving So I can only hope that I’ll find a certain something Hello old you, what are you doing? Tracing the pictures on the inside of her mind Anna’s angels are not leaving So the answer don’t matter that much to you or I When the crisis comes I’ll stand there silently When the crisis comes I’ll stand there silently When the crisis comes I’ll stand there silently When the crisis comes… I’ll stand there silently |