Folding corners into perfect shape When forlorn pings make hell each escape I came nightly to this place By the way of a crooked and unseen highway I can't find myself anyway As she takes me there I can't be myself anyway Still she takes me there Within seconds the room was filled Angels pushed her from my windowsill Far below me the semblance burned Embers of halos kindling her I can't find myself anyway As she takes me there I can't be myself anyway Still she takes me there