Secret Parade
Thomas Faulwell
Living like we do
Let me help you through
It turns our dance to rust
And still it hurts so much
Would you still my hands
Back where it began
If I can only breathe
Come and sit with me
Lift me up in to space
Where angels still slip away
To a secret parade
I spill my pain to
Steady as the truth
I left my heart to rust
But still it hurts so much
And why do we believe
In what we see
It moves on and around
Like a candle going out
Lift me up into space
Where angels still slip away
To a secret parade
Fill my heart to sing
Up into space
Where angels still slip away
To a secret parade