An angel enters in, skull in her hand,
Casket for a purse,
Hoping to reverse,
Scars that life can leave hidden up her sleeve,
Performs a silent mass to purify the past.
This blackened heart wears virgin white,
Oppression lit but candlelight,
But then you change before my eyes.
I see your face as I am looking through the lens,
No more disgrace as I am looking through the lens.
An angel sits alone, awaiting kodachrome,
Striking dark façade to pose for other gods.
Take off the mask that hides the fear,
Those nightmares of abusive years,
And then you change before my eyes.
I see your face as I am looking through the lens,
No more disgrace as I am looking through the lens,
I see beyond the painted walls of your defence,
I see your face as I am looking through the lens.
An angel for the day,
She turns to fly away,
Removes the wedding gown,
There'll be no hiding now,
And then you change before my eyes.
I see your face as I am looking through the lens,
No more disgrace as I am looking through the lens,
I see beyond the painted walls of your defence,
I see your face as I am looking through the lens,
Through the lens.
