You laugh when I tell you you`re the wind beneeth my wings
You are the angel of my visions, the maker of my dreams
I step aside and make room for your eyes
The windows of your soul are covered up with lies

So take one shot of whiskey
And lay down on the bed
The final taste of crystal meth
unfolds the visions in your head
you feel the wind strike on face
in fields of mystery you find
it's just a trick it's your imagination
drugs playing with your mind

when was the last time you've talked to an angel
when was the last time you've let him see your soul
I would  like to tell you the story of my life
But it serves no purpose at all