Dancing With Angels

Somewhere between

What can and can't be seen

I knelt in your spring

You dusted off my wings

Your kiss upon my face

Feels like a brush with grace

Baby, that's all it takes

To take me higher

If true love really does exist

It would feel as pure as this

Baby, it's as if

We're dancing with angels

Stealing light from shooting stars

We're just taking what is ours

In each other's arm

We're dancing with angels

How did we find

Smooth blue in a crooked sky

Could be love winds

Gold threads through a grand design

Your whisper on my skin

Familiar healing wind

We must be slipping in

Heaven's windows

Oh, oh, oh, oh -- oh, oh, oh, oh

Ah, ah, ah, ah -- ah, ah

Oh, oh, oh, oh -- oh, oh, oh, oh

Ah, ah, ah, ah -- yeah, yeah

(Yeah) Your kiss upon my face

(Yeah) Feels like a brush with grace

(Yeah) Baby, that's all it takes

To take me higher

Angels, angels

Dancing with, dancing with, dancing with angels

Angels, angels