My Painted Interpretation of “10,000 Angels” by Edie Brickell

“10,000 demons are scratching at my feet,

Tearing at my soul, ripping apart my beliefs.

10,000 angels are flying overhead,

Circling the ceiling, reaching down onto my bed.

I say,

Come to me.  I really want you.

Come to me because I need you now.

Come to me… I really want you.

Come to me and I will go anywhere with you.”

You can listen to the song here.