I took a pilgrimage to the British Museum
Seems I'm a tourist in this town, now I'm set to leave
Not much of a connoisseur, always struggled to see
Past the first impression, the sheer weight of history
But today somehow it all came alive
I could feel every brushstroke, each chip of the carving knife
A babbling river of voices I heard
Even if I didn't understand the words
And it's not up to you
No you don't get to choose
Whether to be loved or to be left behind
No it's not yours to see, your beholder holds the key
She sees the angel and she carves to set it free
That hunch in the shoulders, where did you learn that fear?
It's the apology of a whisper I strain to hear
I remember that chocolate cake, those kind, sad eyes
Baking it over and over but you never take a slice
But there, in that place your eyes shine bright
You're a fountain of wisdom, flushed with pride
Do you stand a little taller, or is that just me?
Jessica, I hope you can hear me
'Cos it's not up to you
No you don't get to choose
Whether to be loved or to be left behind
So I'm building a statue to show you what I see
I see an angel and I'll carve to set it free
I heard you stopped eating, heard it's been a rough year
Now we're standing in the garden, close to tears
And now look who's helpless, no I can't find the words
But I'm holding on with both hands for all it's worth
And up above, stars twinkle through blue
How can anyone feel any more than helpless in that view?
Grains of sand scatter light across the sky
Oh, Jessica, we've only got tonight
And it's not up to you
No you don't get to choose
Whether to be loved or to be left behind
So I'm building a statue to show you what I see
I see an angel and I'll carve to set it free
No it's not up to you
No you don't get to choose
Whether to be loved or to be left behind
So I've built you a statue to be seen from galaxies above
Hope you remember you were loved