Angels

Took me years to make my motives clear

And the days have not been kind

Once a steady gaze and charming smile

Has me buried in the lines, I find

I walk in the noise, quiet employs

And darkness seems to know just where I am

Mother, wash the devil from my hands

Pray the Lord, I have the strength to stand

Mother, tell me was it all a lie?

Show me where the angels die

There are words that never found my lips

There are words I’d soon forget

Thought the trick was never to look back

But it seems I’ve lost my grip, I slip

The faster we run now, the closer the gun now

And somehow all the bullets bear my name

Mother, wash the devil from my hands

Pray the Lord, I have the strength to stand

Mother, tell me was it all a lie?

Show me where the angels die

Took the road but should have chased the stars

Now I’ve lost my own way home

Had a photo of the time we shared

But I burned it long ago, I know

I struck all the matches stuck in the ashes

Forgive me, won’t you simply speak my name

Mother, wash the devil from my hands

Pray the Lord, I have the strength to stand

Mother, tell me was it all a lie?

Show me where the angels die

Ooh, die