Sign Of Angels

You had your chance to make it right But you screwed it up again for the millionth time You're just a small-town boy, afraid of getting hurt You don't trust anyone, 'cause you got your fingers burnt You can't be running around This ain't no fairytale

Your eyes can say a thousand words But I can't hear you speak You whisper in the darkness But I barely hear you breathe Somewhere in the distance You find your final call The end is coming closer The writing's on the wall A touch of darkness That is