When all the stars have faded When light's too bright for opened eyes All we can't see but it's here All he can't see in a storage world It's too practical Unpredictable His angel's lay their hands on Get rejected by his sleep The tragedy of being lost Through every cloud they lead him While showing him nostalgic dreams Their little boy is sleeping And waiting for undercurrent wings Every dawn remembers it isn't getting easier The angel's their hands on Don't mourn the time that you've been gone