She stares at the moon. Her ribbons out of tune. Memories of the past. At the bottom of her glass. And resting on her cheek. The imprint of his ring. A symbol of the weak. Commissioned by the king. Did he tie you down?. Did you make a sound?. *Chorus*. She falls to her knees. Screaming God please. Make something of me. Cause I never wanted anything like what I wanna be right now. An angel again. An angel again somehow. She remembers his old boots. And the shotgun that he shoots. And all she could take. Lies at the bottom of a lake. So lift your cig and drag. As you figure out a plan. To hide it all away. How could she ever love this man. Did you weigh him down?. Did he make a sound?. *Chorus*. And when you carry weight in your life (life). And all the plans you make in your life (life). The original decision was right. *Chorus*. She falls to her knees. Screaming God please. Make something of me. Cause I never wanted anything like what I wanna be right now. An angel again. An angel again somehow. *Chorus*. She falls to her knees. Screaming God please. Make something of me. Cause I never wanted anything like what I wanna be right now. An angel again. An angel again somehow. . *Chorus*. Did he tie you down?. Did you make a sound?. Did he weigh you down?. Did he make a sound?. . By: João Marcelo