Nothing Left to Love

I long to run
 Hand in hand with angels
 To feel the grace
 Of shattered glass against my wrist
 Did the mother of God cry for her son?
 Will mine suffer the same before I'm gone?
 The last thing I will see is my own face
 As I float between two worlds
 I long to run
 Hand in hand with angels
 To feel the grace
 Of shattered glass against my wrist
 Don't weep for me
 I will shine brighter from above
 To feel the need
 For the first time as I leave
 Did the mother of God cry for her son?
 Even though she knew this day would come
 Before I'm gone the stations of the cross
 Serve as reminders of the closest things we've lost
 (Nothing left to love)
 Will you love me when there's nothing left to love?
 
 Will you love me when there's nothing left to love?
 Will you love me when there's nothing left to love?
 Will you love me when there's nothing left to love?
 Love me when there's nothing left to love?
 Love me when there's nothing left to love?
 Love me
 When there's nothing left to love?
 Nothing left to love
 Nothing left to love
 Nothing left to love
 Nothing left to love
 Nothing left to love