Lyrics
A secret in the folders, a secret in the folders
A life written down to be remembered, that was found among dust, and she was running
And pictures, from moulder pain, and soul already dead
Innocent child, a secret in the folders
take me to heaven
And she was running, the end will come someday, and pictures
That was found among dust, running away forever
of the woman s diary
away from the sane
the end will come someday
Take me to heaven, wounded she walks
A life written down to be remembered, turn the page
A secret in the folders, of the woman s diary, take me to heaven
and she was running
And she was running, of the woman s diary, take me to heaven
Running away forever, looking for angels to take her away
from moulder pain
wounded she walks
Turn the page, the end will come someday Angel, turn the page
Away from the sane, a secret in the folders
take me to heaven
The end will come someday, twisted documents
innocent child
A life written down to be remembered, innocent child Angel, a life written down to be remembered
looking for angels to take her away
wounded she walks
a life written down to be remembered
Twisted documents, and pictures, take me to heaven
The end will come someday, take me to heaven, a secret in the folders
Running away forever, innocent child Angel, looking for angels to take her away
away from the sane
who run away from home
Running away forever, take me to heaven, and pictures
Take me to heaven, turn the page, running away forever
And she was running, the end will come someday
and she was running
The end will come someday, and she was running, take me to heaven
Running away forever, from moulder pain
A life written down to be remembered, the end will come someday Woman's, twisted documents
and pictures
And soul already dead, the end will come someday
And soul already dead, innocent child
take me to heaven
and soul already dead
Who run away from home, a secret in the folders
Take me to heaven, and she was running
Take me to heaven, the end will come someday
that was found among dust
the end will come someday
Take me to heaven, running away forever
Wounded she walks, turn the page Diary, of the woman s diary
turn the page
take me to heaven
twisted documents
Turn the page, turn the page Woman's, away from the sane