The Angels of Ashes

The angels of ashes will give back your passions again
Their light hands will reach through the darkness and touch you
My friend
They'll fly in a mind dance and blind you with wings wrapped in flames
If you get down to an echo, you might just remember your name
In the unbroken darkness, where emptiness empties alone
There's no starting or stopping where there is no right and no wrong
Well that's alright for some who can hang the absurdity on their wall
If your blind hands can't croak through these measureless waters, you'll fall
You've been following patterns and fleeting sensations too long
And the fullness that fills up the pulse of durations is gone

In the great constellations, flickering passions be heard
Let them burn with a fire
All it takes to confess is a word
I can recommend angels
I've watched as they made a man strong
If your humbleness shows, then I'm sure that they'll take you along
You can tell them who sent you
It might help to get you above
You can say he laughed, and he walked like Saint Francis — in love