Angel کے بول

Play me a symphony, my darling Strings and brass move for you Your heart stay open to whoever's holding Death he calls and begs for you And if your luck begins to change Got plenty of time to change your ways Change your ways, change your ways Where will you go when the curtains close? Lights come up as you arrive Follow the voice that seems to guide you home Death he pleads, begs for you Begging for you And if your luck begins to change Got plenty of time to change your ways Change your ways, change your ways I lay here broken on the floor Never bother you no more Turning cold yeah Is my angel holding? As my spirit starts to rise Colors slipping from my eyes Gotta know is my angel holding? I lay here broken on the floor Never bother you no more Turning cold yeah Is my angel holding? As my spirit starts to rise Colors slipping from my eyes Gotta know is my angel holding?