::on the ground::
Life, Life.
Life had a pretty face.
Makes you want to touch.
But you can only look.
Like it's surrounded,
By sacred glass.
Kept from the evil,
Tha could pass.

[It's been
So long
Since I
Was able to call...
Myself an angel.
Hark... above my head,
Flys my soul.
Like an angel.
It's gonna be,
So long,
Before,
I can catch it.
On the ground.]

Life, Life.
Life has a happy smile.
Makes you wonder why.
We frown at all.
Like we make the choice,
To be dull and plan.
And we make ourselves,
What we are.

[chorus]

Someday there won't be that plastic.
There won't be that glass case.
Around life anymore.
Someday.... you'll shatter it for me.
You'll break it.. for me.
You'll free me, again.

[Chorus]

I, I.
I have a happy smile.
Locked away inside my mind.
I know it's there.

I, I.
Have a new life.
It's the same as before.
Only not.

I, I.
Owe everything to you.
The angel who caught my soul.
I know it was you.

I, I.
Own nothing but the truth.
Can let out a smile or two.