Her darling wipersnCatch my ear from clear across the barnAs I stroll toward the doornnBack and forth we explore the depths of my declinenGod, she fears for the worstnnI've knelt and reached for the sky abovenBut who hears my prayers but the birds?nnWhere do your angelsnWhere do they fly at night? nSomewhere in the back of my goddamned mind nThey'll find you alonennStaring through menShe records frame by frame nThe most vile of truthsnFine lines between horns and halos nHow they're both intertwinednnWhere do your angelsnWhere do they fly at night? nSomewhere in the back of my goddamned mind nThey'll find you alone