Oh, where have all the angels gone?
Where have they now flown?
I still suffer from their tooth'ed bites
that cut me to the bone.
I would rather be in pain
than have all the angels gone
because it's merely daytime
than a brilliant burning dawn.
And the darkness would have character
painted in the colours of the night.
Now it's merely a time for sleep
and an absence of light.
You cannot see the angels
till you can see them no longer.
You say you get through this
and you will come out stronger.