She denies everything
like an angel hiding her wings
Her words they twist in broken flight
make nest, the tree of deceit
Her trembling hands rest on his skin
his eyes begin to cry
Her angel touch tells everything
still vulnerable and shy
In candle cage, turn back the page
lifting infinity's veil
Subtle bliss, your Judas kiss
in the gardens of betrayal
I held you close as mountain ghosts
bend branches revealing the moon
Saw in your eyes your spirit child
still locked inside a room
Like a spirit in a feather box
the child has never grown
She feels my phantom arms around her
though she's still alone
In candle cage, turn back the page
lifting infinity's veil
Subtle bliss, your Judas kiss
in the gardens of betrayal
I confess I really miss
your Judas kiss
Angel eyes I really miss
your Judas kiss
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth