WRESTLE WITH THE ANGELS
Written by Brett and Lynette Vantreese
1ST VERSE
I sat and stared at your wallpaper's pattern
A sink in disrepair leaked all night long
Your ribs rose and fell with your breathing
By the window sill I was ticking like a bomb
CHORUS
I'm suffocating
A strong will burns beneath the mask
And yet I'm waiting
Longing for a love that lasts
I know it's crazy
But I won't accept either side of the fence
So I struggle with my discontent
And I wrestle with the angels
2ND VERSE
Now I lie alone, awake in the darkness
Red numbers show the time on the clock
Passing car lights trace the ceiling
The hot summer night is like a tinderbox
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Taped to my refrigerator
Are wedding invitations
My friends are finding strangers
Who've met their expectations
So why can't I?
CHORUS |
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