Cradle The Pain

Cradle the pain, it's all the same

It's what you make of it

Harvest the green, and in between

Pray a flower's coming

She may walk on water

She might talk the night away

But the truth is a bother

When you're letting it all

Slip away

Cradle the pain, it's all the same

It's what you make of it

Harvest the green, and in between

Pray a flower's coming

Drying your eyes, night after night

You're like a waterfall

Even despite, the chill and the bite

You are an angel child

And you better run for the sunshine

And be reckless in your flight

You were young, hit the bull's eye

But the lottery isn't kind

Your happiness is a cloud

You can see it, but it don't land

Just imagine it could catch you

Like Heaven in your hands

Cradle the pain, it's all the same

It's what you make of it

Harvest the green, and in between

Pray a flower's coming

Drying your eyes, night after night

You're like a waterfall

Even despite, the chill and the bite

You are an angel child

You are an angel child