Wake, wake, wake her…
From this sea of white linens and
Extract the drugs from her dreams,
And sew her seams,
With delicateness,
‘Cause beneath her chest
Sits the heart that I live for, you’d kill for,
The angels would die for.
And with a subtle wink,
And the flutter of wings,
They whispered, they whispered…
I’ll hold your tears as a ransom, (only the second pre-chorus)
Within the palm of my hand,
And tell you once again,
Don’t tell me that you’re scared…
(note to self: harmonies in chorus)
Alert the sawbones
Tell them that she’s not scared
She’s got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
(This is only a test she said, broadcasted from hospital beds)
Wake the angels
Tell them that she’s not scared
She won’t be taking the next flight out of here
With a relic in her right hand,
She’s rushes to the front line,
Stricken by the wounds across her chest.
The angels swear she’s blessed with this medical test
That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for
We die for, I know that she’s bound for.
And with a subtle wink and a Mother’s instinct,
She whispered, she whispered…
The angels dressed for the wake
But she sent them home.
With a handful of bullet shells.
With a handful of bullet shells.
Wake, wake, wake her… From this sea of white linens and Extract the drugs from her dreams, And sew her seams, With delicateness, ‘Cause beneath her chest Sits the heart that I live for, you’d kill for, The angels would die for. And with a subtle wink, And the flutter of wings, They whispered, they whispered…
I’ll hold your tears as a ransom, (only the second pre-chorus) Within the palm of my hand, And tell you once again, Don’t tell me that you’re scared…
(note to self: harmonies in chorus) Alert the sawbones Tell them that she’s not scared She’s got an army of saints armed with her prayers.
(This is only a test she said, broadcasted from hospital beds)
Wake the angels Tell them that she’s not scared She won’t be taking the next flight out of here
With a relic in her right hand, She’s rushes to the front line, Stricken by the wounds across her chest. The angels swear she’s blessed with this medical test That unlocks the gates to the place that we live for We die for, I know that she’s bound for.
And with a subtle wink and a Mother’s instinct, She whispered, she whispered…
The angels dressed for the wake But she sent them home. With a handful of bullet shells. With a handful of bullet shells.
(Go tell them that she’s not scared)