Twelve-Eight Angel

Midnight and
Autumn leaves are turning brown
Night light
I look to find you not around &
The wind blows scorn into the face of fools
Who break hearts &
Turn their back on love that's true

But I don't want to forget
The little things you do
God knows
I never meant to be untrue
Now I'm waiting for the day
You'll be back in my arms to stay

As an angel of mercy falls from above
They get torn apart by the things they love
God knows
Look at where I've ended up
In a pack of wild sinners
Searching for a holy cup

Horoscope I read it in the evening news
As morning broke
I pulled it from the refuse on my way home
And in the great grey city dawn
A warning rung in my head
With a fire alarm it said
"Alright you've been treating this as a dress rehearsal for life"
The time for a complete reversal is tonight
I put away childish things
And telephoned long distance and it rings rings rings

As an angel of mercy
Falls from above
They get torn apart
By the things they love
God knows
Look at where I've ended up

In a pack of wild sinners
Searching for a holy cup

In a pack of wild sinners
Searching for a holy cup