Fingers And Tongues

I watch this angel fall slowly 
From grace into my arms 
Heavenly wings black and torn. 
So cold and barely breathing 
From my fingers to the grave, a long nite waits 

A touch to shake you from the inside 
A long nite waits 

Help me find the strength to cut the damaged 
pieces clean and take you somewhere safe so you can see. 
I've got a laundry list of violations to carry out 
In your sweet name. 
To cary out in your sweet name. 

I've only just begun to tear it all down around me