I don't know how i feel
i don't know what to say...

How beautiful the setting sun
The symbol of when day is done...

The hot moist breath
as he laid me down...

The nest of warm air
Serenade of strings...

The glint of light from the rising sun
shows us all, when the day\'s begun...

Like those painted on a canvas, beautiful, clear...
like the vanishing arc of color after a storm of...

The hot moist breath
as he laid me down...

I can't believe what I see
An angel in front of me...