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 a sculpture of an angel in ice stands  me,
 the more i hold her, the more she melts 
 a  of an angel in ice, just not made for me,
 so sad as she left, she said “please don’t 
 
 but i still hear her whispers carried  the breeze, saying,
 “baby, lets live  our souls are still free.”
 
 but i’m down on  knees, crushed to the floor,
 screaming surrender like  before,
 i knew it was  still trying to hold on.
 and  down on my knees, with myself to blame.
 
 all my faith was in pieces,  a broken glass,
 as i tried to collect  i cut myself.
 after time all the pieces were  replaced,
 as my love for her faded, to the silent 
 
  i still hear her whispers carried in the breeze,
 saying, “baby, lets live while our souls  still free.”
 
 but i’m down on my  close to the floor,
 screaming surrender like never 
 i knew it was wrong, still trying  hold on.
 but i’m down  my knees, with myself to blame,
 coz i’m  weak to blow out the flame.
  still trying to hold on.
 
 still  to hold…
 still  to hold on.
 so lets live while  souls are still free.
 
 but i’m down on my knees, with myself to 
 coz i’m too  to blow out this flame.