Česky / 
Texty > P - R > Paint It Black > Angel
Angel
(album: Paradise)
Iw as running out of breath, I was running out of time.
Every clock tick reminds (me) that I´m falling behind.
We are one skin; you can´t convince me to believe in sin.
Language has us wired to explode,
we know how to hold on and how to let go.
When it feels like I´m swimming against the tide,
our heads are stupid but our bodies are wise.
When I lose sight because the light has died,
I find hope in your hands, lips and eyes.
