Текст песни Inkwell — Portrait

an angel closes her eyes and I'm swept away,
the spark of life is a dying flicker of hope,
she said she sang to me a warning of fallen times,
but it was a song i chose not to hear,
a crumbling image of a day gone by.
a tear of blood coming from a sealed wound,
and the sound as it rang off
of the porcelain was like churchbells.
an angel closes her eyes for what may be the last time
and it's all been seen before, but the difference is that I'm scared.