Early morning streets aren't wet from tearsJust loud machines that wash awayAnd I've heard an angel's come down that time of dayDon't let them go, don't let them goDon't let them goEven with tearsAnd with their hands as white as snowDon't let them go, don't let them goDark doorways don't do much for coldBut cover just enough to kissWell how about this?I saw you in his eyesI watched the way he shielded youDon't let them go, don't let them goEven with their hands as cold as snowDon't let them goDon't let them go
