Angela - William Fitzsimmons

I can’t believe that we burned through this whole pack of cigarettes

I swear to God there is nothing to do in this town

Maybe we’ll find out that we’re just not made for each other

Hell I don’t care you’re the best thing that I’ve ever found

Sooner or later we end up as fragile compartments

Tired of carrying a soul that is so far from home

I never said I was scared of eventually dying

My only fear is I might have to do it alone

Wherever you go I will find you

I will find you Angela

Sometimes at night I can still hear you laying beside him

Whispering about all the hurt that you’re leaving behind

They tell me Jesus can fix all the ones who need healing

Wonder if you’ll think of me when you open your eyes

Wherever you go I will find you

I will find you Angela

Wherever you go I will find you

I will find you Angela

Angela