Angel

Well, come tell me your story
I'll tell you mine
Sunday morning communion
Standing in the line

Feeling like a cannibal
Eating flesh and drinking blood
Disguised as wine, whoa

I know someday we're gonna see
Wings spring out from your shoulders
What kind of being are you?

For there are moments
Upon moments upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth

And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel

So come tell me your story
I'll tell you all
Looking at rococo statues
And paintings on the wall

Sitting up there high and mighty
Was this Eden? Was this hell?
I had to know, whoa

I know someday we're gonna see
Wings spring out from you shoulders
What kind of being are you?

For there are moments
Upon moments upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
You're an angel, oh yeah

I know someday we're gonna see
Wings spring out from you shoulders
What kind of being are you?

For there are moments
Upon moments upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth

And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel
And I realize I've spent my whole life searching
Searching for an angel
For an angel, for an angel
For an angel, for an angel