i hear the angels coming 
but they are taking their time 
they all decided to walk here 
instead of flying on little white feet 
that our eyes cannot see traveling 
inside a snail shell along the boundary 
and maybe that's why i cried 
last night when i walked through the dark 
i felt the crush of a pearl beneath 
my shoe and i bent down 
to see my own heart shatter 
it is the moon that draws 
then out from underneath decaying
leaves the spring insinuating 
rebirth turning so they walk 
the angels do at a molluskan 
pace the way our love grew until 
and angel's tender soul pressed down 
and released the truth 
a flower up from under ground 
maybe that's why i cried last night 
when i walked through the dark 
i felt the crush of a pearl 
beneath my shoe and i bent down 
to see my own heart shatter 
i feel the angels coming 
but they are taking their time 
they all decided to walk 
here instead of flying