Bedroom Walls

There was something that I had to tell you*
While you were sleeping late last night
I cut the cords to the anchor and took a flight
Up above our bedroom walls
And blanketed in night
I saw southern stars reaching to northern lights
Angel eyes
I felt as powerless as good intentions
It felt good to be so unrequired
The organist shook against the tremor choir
Up above our bedroom walls
And bathed in blurring light
So soft and out of focus in the dimmest light
Angel eyes
And blanketed in night
So soft and out of focus in the dimmest light
Angel eyes
But you don’t know what you mean to me?
No, you don’t know what you mean to me
Angel eyes