There's an angel on the ground
With thoughts as pure as the rain
And he waked up to the sound
Of wind that sings his name

And the world is empty
Of shadows in his eyes
And a peaceful garden
Is growing where he lies

 [bad word] away from here
Into the death of fear

So close your eyes, and hold on tight
To the warmth of stars named after you, sweet child
Feel the light through your spine
While you chase the darkened sky away
And dream alone on Lukas' star tonight

And the night is calling you
But you're holding up your sky
Into the death of fear

Far away, far away...

And a peaceful garden
Is growing where he lies,
Growing where he lies...

So far away.