Sixpence None The Richer - Angeltread
from the album "This Beautiful Mess"
from the album "Collage: A Portrait Of Their Best"

Crickets rhythmically sing
Their mournful melodies
A monotone by request
But they fail, they fail
To soothe the mess
Hands rhythmically grope
The sheets again for you
And off-rhythm the time slows
To make moments eternal
Moments eternal

Some kind of holy test
To stitch the treadmarks off my chest
To get up walk outside my head
On a holy search for angeltread

The moon within its ball
Washes white the darkened walls
With a milky veil of silk
And I see, I see the spirits lilt
Now I've lost my fear
So I pray that you come near
With a million sparkly lights
And help me, help me through the night

Is this some kind of holy test
To stitch the treadmarks off my chest
To get up walk outside my head
On a holy search for angeltread

The milky prints of spirits near
I pray that they have lost their fear
A million wisps of sparkly light
Weaving through the walls

Is this some kind of holy test
To stitch the treadmarks off my chest
To get up walk outside my head
On a holy search for angeltread
Angletread
Angletread
Angletread

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