Thunder and rain all in my name.
I hear the angels calling.
If I cry if I scream what will it mean, when the angels are calling.
When I go to sleep they will creep,
I feel the angels calling.
The darkness fills in all around me, I sense the angels calling.
I feel their touch warm on my skin
I know the angels are calling.
I can't open my eyes but I see them clearly, the beautiful angels keep calling.
It's sad to know that I'll go,
but those angels keep calling.
I reach with my mind only to find, that my angels will keep calling.
I reach towards the bright white of the light, the lovely angels are calling.
I step inside and it's the end of the ride, the angels have stopped their calling.