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 
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