Angels Disappear

ANGELS DISAPPEAR - By Carroll Bryant

There’s a dark cloud hanging over head

It’s blocking out the light of the sun

When hearts break hard, it’s often said

Souls explode when the evening comes

And through it all, the ungodly mess

Is washed away by a river of tears

The hours pass in loneliness

When in the morning angels disappear

We take the precious things and we lay it to rest

The preciousness of love lays in with the dead

We always walk away when we need it the most

The preciousness of love is unveiled as a ghost

There’s a dark cloud hanging over head

It’s dropping the rain down on everyone

When hearts break hard, it’s often said

Only the fools turn around and run

And the world stands still in fretfulness

Watching as feelings cave into their fears

The answers come from outside a guess

When in the end angels disappear

We take the precious things and we leave them alone

The preciousness of love looking for a new home

We always blame the ones that we needed the most

The preciousness of love is itself just a ghost

And angels disappear

And angels disappear

The angels all disappear

There’s a dark cloud hanging over head

It’s blocking out the light of the sun

When hearts break hard, it’s often said

Souls explode when the evening comes

And through it all, the ungodly mess

Is washed away by a river of tears

The hours pass in loneliness

When in the morning angels disappear

We take the precious things and we lay it to rest

The preciousness of love lays in with the dead

We always walk away when we need it the most

The preciousness of love is unveiled as a ghost

And angels disappear

And angels disappear

The angels all disappear