somewhere between what can and can t be seen i knelt in your spring you dusted off my wings your kiss upon my face feels like a brush with grace baby that s all it takes to take me higher if true love really does exist it would feel as pure as this baby it s as if we re dancing with angels stealing light from shooting stars we re just taking what is ours in each other s arms we re dancing with angels how did we find smooth blue in a crooked sky could be love winds gold threads through a grand design your whisper on my skin familiar healing wind we must be slipping in heaven s windows oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah ah ah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah yeah yeah yeah bridge your kiss upon my face feels like a brush with grace baby that s all it takes to take me higher angels angels dancing with dancing with dancing with angels angels angels