I miss the way she always knew
When things were on my mind
I miss the way she'd always cling
To every word of mine.

I miss the way that only she
Could put me in my place
But most of all, I miss that look
Of angel in her face.

I miss the comfort of her kiss,
The sounds of love we shared
I miss the touch of her warm hand
That spoke one thousand words.

I miss the soul her love could give
To things so commonplace
But most of all, I miss that look
Of angel in her face.

She was soft and lonely
When she first came to me
But I took her heart
And only gave her misery.

I miss the cling she always had
With eyes that worshipped me
I miss the soul that I could feel,
The warmth that I could see.

And as she lies beside me now,
I know I can't erase
The fact that I'm the one
Who took the angel from her face...