As the colors swim in circlesnAnd rhythms shimmer through the chandeliersnAs the gods send gifts of balancenAnd things of distance become things of nearnnAs the sky reaches burnoutnAnd the crowds disappearnIn the temple I'll be waitingnFor my angel to appearnnWhere did you get your wings my angelnWhere did you get that light within your eyesnWhere did you get your wings my angelnnPush me up towards the skynAs the stars move around menAnd shoot towards the edge of timenAs the gods send gifts of penancennTo relieve the pain of my things of crimenAs Lucy touches diamondsnRepeating number ninenIn the temple I'll be waitingnnFor my angel so sublimenAnd I'm sitting in Shakespeare's garden underneath a treenWishing that my missing angel could come back to menTo help me breathe (come on, lets go)s