The sun's rays don't bother me. No they cast down such a wonderful heat. Masking beauty, by a terrible fate.

Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly.

Dignified in what she does, when she sings the smile that she brings to all of you unaware of what's to come, I said tell me what's to come.

I used to be free spirited, now I'm just free of sleep. I got a burning passion in my throat. I got a burning passion inside me.

Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren't as bad as they seem.

An angel kissed my strings, while I slept last night. And her rhythm broke my hunger. And I died a little less.

I saw my first angel.And it was you.

So they're looking for a new face, with a voice to go along. I can tell you right now that ain't my style. I don't do no sing alongs, with my freedom.