In my head a silent angel sleeps as I listening to the essence
*** captivated by your style a fever of wanting overcomes me
Grasping my pillow in my sleep a dark voice from within whispers to me
Loving you madly with kisses picture sweet in a frame of glass and wood
I hear an angel in poetic dreams songs of love from the heart she sings
Visions in the dust the shadows smirk in the darken dawn to memories lost
In the shadow of the graveyard I stand alone pondering life lost
I only want you underneath the Christmas tree completely unwrapped
The falling ambers of love still smolder with hope that time
Dancing alone with a love that came and went holding on to nothing endless
*** Caressing your picture in my sleep a sigh of love
Darkness reflects the pale light truth conveys a book of lies so willingly
*** Spasms lifts her body with eyes closed the Doctor explains
The passing star fades into the night and so does these notions
Feeling of touch are complete with pillow talk and kisses sweet sighs