Angels Lyrics - Project Pitchfork

We're standing on a hill 

You and me 

Touched by god 

Love is our armory 

Love is our armory 

You hold my hand 

Lights from above 

Flowers around us 

They bow for our love 

Birds are singing 

In the sky 

Give me your hand 

We have to go 

Into the wasteland 

We are the last defenders 

Our wings spread wide 

You pressed my hand 

Our fate is to fight 

They can`t tear us apart 

The sky is fading to grey 

Tears in our eyes 

Tears in our eyes 

We are walking over skeletons 

We are praying for another day 

We are passing recent battlefields 

Our love can't force this storm away