i was an angel
i was a buzzing fly on the wall of fortune
telegraphing home that i was hungry, hungry
hungry for your blood
hungry in the exile that i knew would surely come
i'm a savior
but i'm a rolling stone, and i won't stay here
at least not for long because i'm lonely, lonely
lonely for your love
lonely in the exile that i knew would surely come
and now i'm
pacing like a wounded animal, bleeding and falling suddenly
lost in space, slowly drifting away from you and shrinking steadily
smiling but not convincingly; laughing while weeping secretly
i long to taste every memory of your lips loving eagerly
i was a doorstep
i was a stepping stone on the road to heaven
black and overgrown, and now i'm lost forever
ever on my own
ever in the exile that i knew would surely come
and now i'm
pacing like a wounded animal, bleeding and falling suddenly
lost in space, slowly drifting away from you and shrinking steadily
smiling but not convincingly; laughing while weeping secretly
i long to taste every memory of your lips loving eagerly
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