“Somewhere Between The Halo and the Horns”

Somewhere Between the Halo and the Horns Verse 1 I’ve been walking down this twisted road, Pulling at my heart, both high and low, With one side dark and the other light, A fight between the wrong and the right. Sometimes I slip, yeah, sometimes I fall, Caught in the shadows where the demons call, I know the angel’s watching, but so’s the thorn— I’m somewhere between the halo and the horns. Chorus Oh, somewhere between the halo and the horns, We’ are all high flying sinners with wings that are torn. t’s a battle that we fight when we are caught in the storm somewhere between the halo and the horns. Verse 2 I see halos on people that have let me down, And horns on the saints who stayed around, We’re all a little saint, we’re all a little sin, Wearing different masks, hiding what’s within. But I keep climbing through the dust and dirt, Finding the light even when it hurts, ‘Cause halos ain’t perfect, and those horns can be worn— Somewhere between an angel and the devil I scorn. Bridge So I’ll keep standing on this battlefield, With bruised-up armor and a sword to wield, Learning to dance in the dark and the light, Praying for strength just to make it through the night. Chorus Oh, somewhere between the halo and the horns, We’ are all just saints and sinners with wings that are torn. it’s a battle that we fight while we are caught in the storm Living somewhere between the halo and the horns. It’s a battle inside, like a storm that swarms somewhere between the halo and the horns. Oh, somewhere between the halo and the horns, we are all high flying sinners with our wings being torn. It’s a battle that we are fighting for those medals to be worn, somewhere between the halo and the horns.