Angels
Took me years to make my motives clearAnd the days have not been kindOnce a steady gaze and charming smileHas been buried in the lines I findI walk in the noise, quiet employsAnd darkness seems to know just where I am
Mother wash the devil from my handsPray the Lord I have the strength to standMother, tell me was it all a lie?Show me where the angels die
There are words that never found my lipsThere are words I'd soon forgetThought the trick was never to look backBut it seems I've lost my grip, I slipThe faster we run now, the closer the gun nowAnd somehow all the bullets bear my name
Mother wash the devil from my handsPray the Lord I have the strength to standMother, tell me was it all a lie?Show me where the angels die
Took the road but should have chased the starsNow I've lost my own way homeHad a photo of the time we sharedBut I burned it long ago, I knowI struck the matches stuck in the ashesForgive me, won't you simply speak my name
Mother wash the devil from my handsPray the Lord I have the strength to standMother, tell me was it all a lie?Show me where the angels die
The faster we run now, the closer the gun nowAnd somehow we all found the warmth of the gun now
Took the road but should have chased the starsNow I've lost my own way homeHad a photo of the time we sharedBut I burned it long ago