There must be some angels
They're waiting for you
To get there
You won't have
to lie no more
you won't have to say a word
Not even a red dress to go
With your shoes
Not even a red dress to go
With your shoes
You rotted
From inside out
Why?
You rotted
From inside out
Why?
There must be some angles
They're waiting for you
To get there
After all
There'll be no pain
And you'll never Be the same
And I know why They didn't have the size
For you
For you
