Angel And The Animal Dean Castiel

As winter fall down on London town, I feel walls closing in, The silver sky is turning us to stone, We hide beneath the ground, Feeling so broken and Cannot tell the day and night, Apart. Well I think, But I m not sure, I don t know how, It is we came to be here, Doesn t it seem strange I mean could it be it s not really happening now. And the animal, Is always in your heart, And the animal, Forever will be where you are.