Angel Gets High

Angel, Angel, Angel

When you're falling down

I pray that you will fall straight into my arms

I'd cut your wings with my love and watch you bleed

Cry for me

For my need to feed on angel tears

On angel fears

You wanna get high

And I

I wish you were down here

With me

I wish you were with me

Oh don't ask why

Pretty things need to fly

Aeroplanes and butterflies

Soft skin for soft sweet lies

You make me feel like a big bad wolf

You wanna get high

And all the young dudes follow your rules

You wanna get high

Goodbye

I'll see you in the sky