cold-blooded angels

cold-blooded angels in blankets of ash, alone in the southern pines, there's a place in the garden, where nothing will grow, but i could stay forever, where i lay every night on the forest's floor, asleep with both eyes open, 'cause i need that bitter hand, that struck me blind, to keep my eyes from closing, pale as the rose or the shadow it throws, over earth and sky, if the rocks in my pocket, were cinder and stone, i'd owe it all to nothing, wasted years on an empty road, where flies buzz around my head, now i miss the bitter hand, that cut me down, all the way to nothing, wasted years on an empty road, where flies buzz around my head, if the dust in my pocket, was silver or gold, i'd spend it all on nothing, there's something waiting at the door, i hear it breathing, follow even though i'm sure, i should be leading, there's something waiting at the door, i see it bleeding, every time i ask for more, i can't believe it, all i need was hanging 'round the door, i'm not sleeping anymore, 'cause i remember every single word, every little thing i can't forget, cold-blooded angels, stop staring at the sky, we all pay a terrible price, when we learn to fly, and if i could forget you, oh, how hard i tried, please, somebody tell me, how the hell did i survive?