On the highway there are never any lights

We are the shadows of the night that pass you by

We are the writers of the things you cannot see

On the balcony she took another drink

But no one warned her of the blurry things she’d see

And then they shook their heads and shrugged as she was dusted out to sea

But when all hope is gone

There are angels in the avalanche

You’re nevеr really lost

There arе angels in the avalanche

When the window’s closed but the curtains blow

And the painting’s done, you still see through

I will search my heart, I can rest my eyes

All this broken sight just can see you

When the window’s closed but the curtains blow

And the painting’s done, you still see through

I will search my heart, I can rest my eyes

All this broken sight just can see you

He comes to face them, he was never really scared

Because the place he traced them wasn’t really there

It was flooded long ago when all the waters swiftly rose

And now he’s running down the corridors and the fire floors

And he’s pounding on the shelters and the cellar doors

But none of them will open up

You’re out of luck, you’re out of options

When all hope is gone

There are angels in the avalanche

You’re never really lost

There are angels in the avalanche

When the window’s closed but the curtains blow

And the painting’s done, you still see through

I will search my heart, I can rest my eyes

All this broken sight just can see you

When the window’s closed but the curtains blow

And the painting’s done, you still see through

I will search my heart, I can rest my eyes

All this broken sight just can see you

Show me the meaning

Show me the meaning

Show me the meaning

Show me the meaning