Voice leading to voices.  Last song that the lamb sings.  And in colorful, breathless emotional scenes,  bleeding hearts are this way.    Seeing out the angel  from the shadow of a day  that stands alone and crying out.  Singing fascination  for the twisted, anxious days  that stand alone and crying out.  Seeing out the angels  from the rescue pools of life  that stand alone and crying out.    Rescued by the first eye  perceiving us with each year.  Feeling your gaze in the back of my eyes,  leaving worlds this way.    Seeing out the angel  from the shadows of a day  that stands alone and crying out.  Singing fascination  for the twisted, anxious days  that stand alone and crying out.  Seeing out the angels  from the rescue pools of life  that stand alone and crying out.    In voice leading to voices.  Last song that the lamb sings.  In colorful, breathless emotional scenes,  bleeding hearts are this way.    Seeing out the angels  from the shadow of a day  that stands alone and crying out.  Singing fascination  for the twisted, anxious days  that stand alone and crying out.  Seeing out the angels  from the rescue pools of life  that stand alone and crying out.  Seeing out the angels  from the shadow of a day  that stands alone and crying out.  Singing fascination  for the twisted, anxious days  that stand alone and crying out.  Seeing out the angels  Singing fascination  Seeing out the angels  Singing fascination  Seeing out the angels  Singing fascination  Seeing out the angels  Singing fascination