Counting Crows Follow

Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?
I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now
Where'd you come from? Where am I going?
And why'd you leave me till I'm only good for

Waiting for you, all my sins
I said that I would pay for them if I could, come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Every night these silhouettes appear above my head
Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper
Every time I fall asleep, every time I dream
Did you come? Would you lie?
And why'd you leave us till we're only good for

Waiting for you, for all my sins
I said that I would pay for them if I could, come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
And suck my blood, break my nerve offer, me their arms
Well, I will not be an enemy of anything, I'll only stand here

Waiting for you all my sins
I said that I would pay for them if I could, come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

I'm gone, I'm gone, I believe today I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, take me away I'm gone
I'm gone, I'm gone, gotta leave today
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone