To the west through sky\'s of blue,
My love I\'ll see you soon.
My heart is in the fire,
Waiting for desire.
My mind is ever clear,
As a softly falling tear.
Down my cheek, it\'s been a week.
I miss my loved dear.
To see your eyes upon my soul,
Brings me close to feeling full,
Of love and sin to reappear.
And angels in the dark.