The feeling of a warm crimson love
a hand that fits mine like a glove
Colliding with a wild amber spark
fiery flame that ends my dark.
This surge sends me high
too high to say goodbye,
winds move me to and fro
There is nowhere else I long to go
But to my tail there follows a low,
a fall from heaven we go.
even if I survive
Now, how will I ever feel alive?
By grace, living but never more dead
a shell walking her days in endless dread
Dreaming the cloud she’d lay on instead
Yes, fools run where angels fear to tread