I'm ask the angels for wings…

**[Intro – spoken, ad-lib style]** Yeah… I'm ask the angels for wings… --- **[Verse 1]** Back in this room again, and I'm on my own, Phone screen glowing—feels like my throne. And I catch myself dreaming of how it could be— Not two separate signals, but one frequency. I hang on every word that you text, every laugh that you type, But between us, the miles pile up, snow covers the hype. Every time that the connection starts to fade and die, I feel like I'm losing the mainline to your sky. I need more than this chat, I need the real contact, Not to drown in the silence, not to read between cracks. **[Pre-Chorus]** So I'ma ask the angels for wings to fly to your side, To break through the distance, whatever the tide. Not through the static, not through a screen— I need to reach out and be on your beam. I need to be on your beam… **[Chorus]** On your wave! Catch your rhythm, your glow, your way. Even if the path leads straight through the heart of the galaxy— On your wave! Let me touch that beautiful soul, that magic in you, For real… **[Verse 2]** Nah, I'm no angel, but love gives me flight, For the sync of our breath, I'd risk day and night. Let the old laws of physics just fall apart— 'Cause this pull is much stronger than logic or art. Let the airwaves crackle, let the Wi-Fi stall, We'll encode all the noise—they won't catch our call. I don't wanna just dream, I wanna be awake, In your vibration, for heaven's sake… Even if gravity tells me to break. **[Pre-Chorus]** So I'ma ask the angels for wings to fly to your side, To break through the distance, whatever the tide. Not through the static, not through a screen— I need to reach out and be on your beam. I need to be on your beam… **[Chorus]** On your wave! Catch your rhythm, your glow, your way. Even if the path leads straight through the heart of the galaxy— On your wave! Let me touch that beautiful soul, that magic in you, For real… **[Bridge]** No drama in this request, no tragedy here, Just simple physics: two objects, one clear. And if the rules don't fit the plan we design, Then we'll rewrite the script—line by line. Angel, I'm not asking for eternity's flame, Just the right frequency to whisper her name. And a pair of wings, from truth, not from lies— So I can land in her arms, real eyes to real eyes. **[Pre-Chorus]** So I'ma ask the angels for wings to fly to your side, To break through the distance, whatever the tide. Not through the static, not through a screen— I need to reach out and be on your beam. I need to be on your beam… **[Chorus – with ad-libs]** On your wave! Catch your rhythm, your glow, your way. (Yeah… your way…) Even if the path leads straight through the heart of the galaxy— On your wave! Let me touch that beautiful soul, that magic in you… (Ooh, that magic…) On your wave! For real…