I took a pilgrimage to the British Museum Seems I'm a tourist in this town, now I'm set to leave Not much of a connoisseur, always struggled to see Past the first impression, the sheer weight of history But today somehow it all came alive I could feel every brushstroke, each chip of the carving knife A babbling river of voices I heard Even if I didn't understand the words And it's not up to you No you don't get to choose Whether to be loved or to be left behind No it's not yours to see, your beholder holds the key She sees the angel and she carves to set it free That hunch in the shoulders, where did you learn that fear? It's the apology of a whisper I strain to hear I remember that chocolate cake, those kind, sad eyes Baking it over and over but you never take a slice But there, in that place your eyes shine bright You're a fountain of wisdom, flushed with pride Do you stand a little taller, or is that just me? Jessica, I hope you can hear me 'Cos it's not up to you No you don't get to choose Whether to be loved or to be left behind So I'm building a statue to show you what I see I see an angel and I'll carve to set it free I heard you stopped eating, heard it's been a rough year Now we're standing in the garden, close to tears And now look who's helpless, no I can't find the words But I'm holding on with both hands for all it's worth And up above, stars twinkle through blue How can anyone feel any more than helpless in that view? Grains of sand scatter light across the sky Oh, Jessica, we've only got tonight And it's not up to you No you don't get to choose Whether to be loved or to be left behind So I'm building a statue to show you what I see I see an angel and I'll carve to set it free No it's not up to you No you don't get to choose Whether to be loved or to be left behind So I've built you a statue to be seen from galaxies above Hope you remember you were loved