The Maestro stops the music; nothing left to say.
He says I want this soul, she's done, she's acted out her role.
What made Him notice me?
What made Him turn His head my way?
Why must my music cease to play?
Don't let them take me baby.
When the angels come
Where your kisses were, silence will claim
when the angels come to end our song
When the angels come
Hold me close, hide me away
When the angels come to take me away
From you.