The angel

Is there something I could say
Extend this lovely day
Some magic word or symbol in the sand
Are there patterns that I've passed
Impressions in the glass
Tell me it's not all out of my hands

Tell me it's not all out of my hands
Tell me that you know we have a chance

Throughout all these yellow nights
The moon's familiar light
Hand in hand, we're travelers through and through
Often I wonder who I'd be
If I chose to disagree
Oh, tell me this idea excites you too
Tell me you're enjoying me and you

Is there something I could say
Some needle in the hay
So sharp and punctuated in your grasp
Are there stones that truly bleed
It's that impossible I need
A chill where even stubborn lips will gasp

Watch the trail turn to black
The second you turn your back
Tell me there's reason now
In my hands in or out

There's a library inside the coffeehouse
Read me words I can't pronounce
Until I fall asleep, writing down my waking dreams
Aye, before you know it we'll accede
Into the stories that we read
Don't you know I've waited for this?

There's an angel with a notepad and a song (an angel with a song)
Sings concertos all day long (concertos)
But not for you and not for anyone
She's self sufficient now

Who are you, so quick to dismiss
Don't you know I've waited for this?