Pictures Of An Angel

I see the buckles on your boots
wild and unrestrained
A taste of freedom is so good
even though clouded by the past
The streets seem serene tonight
with animals unleashed
Pictures of an angel
and I don't want to look
Because the beauty is transcendent
burning all the looks
I see the hope in their eyes
drowning in the sea
Pretty buckles flashing in the light
it's a symphony of sound
The dreams look like assassins
wearing black coats
Fall on the pavement
scratching your hands
Crossing that fabled street
you let go of my hand
I feel the look in your eyes
watching over me
Your name means the sea
as it comes crashing down
Falling all over me
the street lights are unbound
The night is yours
completely