This new years   we will make a toast   to every night we sat listening   to the kids screaming outside the window,   to every night we layed in bed   wrapped in eacother's arms.   The safety we felt, knowing that   nothing could shake us, that this was love.   And you moved out,   you changed your number,   and I chased after you   begging you to come home.   And all you left me was a painting you made me,   and every stroke you did   finds my failure,   sayin "don't take love for granted,   don't take love for granted".   And this is when it starts to hurt.      Halle, Hallelujah   There are angels in the architecture   There are angels in the architecture   Halle, Hallelujah   There are angels in the architecture   There are angels in the architecture      Sometimes it hurts more than others,   but I'm young and I'm strong   and I will carry on.   But I'm weak, so weak in the knees.   And Jesus have mercy on my soul,   cause I've been smokin' a couple packs   a day, and I just threw my life away   for a way to get from Filmore to Maine.      Halle, Hallelujah   There are angels in the architecture   There are angels in the architecture   Halle, Hallelujah   There are angels in the architecture   There are angels in the architecture      If love survives us,   maybe then you'll understand   that love never came to fail.   But I guess it's all up to interpretation.   I just wish you had the right translation.      Halle, Hallelujah   There are angels in the architecture   There are angels in the architecture