The ethereals of this world
Those angels in disguise
Would you be his bride
Take love home tonight
If the bows are done
Surrender fallen for
May that held chariot rock
Rock him down the road
When you reach his door
Kiss today tonight tommorow
That love taken home
Shall reveal no sorrow
Be his bride his right hand
His oil for his door
If you are there oh there
Shall he weep no more
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
The ethereals of this world
Those angels in disguise
Would you be his bride
Take love home tonight
If the bows are done
Surrender fallen for
May that held chariot rock
Rock him down the road
When you reach his door
Kiss today tonight tommorow
That love taken home
Shall reveal no sorrow
Be his bride his right hand
His oil for his door
If you are there oh there
Shall he weep no more