Project Pitchfork - Angels lyrics

We're standing on a hill

You and me

Touched by god

Love is our armory

Love is our armory

You hold my hand

Lights from above

Flowers around us

They bow for our love

Birds are singing

In the sky

Give me your hand

We have to go

Into the wasteland

We are the last defenders

Our wings spread wide

You pressed my hand

Our fate is to fight

They can`t tear us apart

The sky is fading to grey

Tears in our eyes

Tears in our eyes

We are walking over skeletons

We are praying for another day

We are passing recent battlefields

Our love can't force this storm away