In the grasp of the hand of love

In the grasp of the hand of love...

Sad angel looking out your window
Sat down upon the cushion of your bed
Shot down from the skies
To soar no more

You lie, and you can't be real
To those that do care
Feeling breathless, out of space and time
Driven mad, calling yourself insane when it's right outside your door

Claiming panic and fear
When all you have to do is really take a moment to see
That which you are looking for is inside of you
But instead you try to set a trap, and get caught up yourself

Tangled up in your night sheets
That have become a winding cloth
And you are the corpse that is buried there
Restlessly thinking that you can get loose anytime you want

There ain't no fooling this time
The next heart you break will be the death of you
And your heading that way already
Running before the shot of the gun, racing against yourself

The sun shines down gold and bronze from the sky
The moon lays among the silver clouds full and pale
Both wathcing with the stars as you think you can hold it all at bay
Keep on dreaming that way and the pit will hold you close

So dance on sad angel, all confusion and fear
Ride on sad angel in the falsehoods that you have woven
Calling them right, calling them true, saying that you need to hide
When the courage to face it all is right there beside you, in the grasp of the hand of love