Gay Angels

There’s always been a voice

Sometimes smooth

Sometimes squawking

Sometimes screaming

There’s always been a scene

Where velvet curtains should’ve been

And trained actors instead of me

Reframing boyhood dramedy

I’ve seen mad fathers

Working impressions of snow angels in driveways

To stop sad mothers from leaving and speeding away

I found shy brothers

Painting bruises on green eyes

Before carpools

Drowning shy brothers

Peeping through inches of closed open doors

I’ve seen gay angels

Sleeping with eyes open

Staring right through the heart of dreams

Landing square on the face of God

Show me one difference between me and love

There’s always been a voice

With some clever little line

Maybe half of the time

What’s in a mind?

There’s always been a scene

With some perfect little trap door beneath

Well, that’s for me

What’s for me?

I’ve seen gay angels

Sleeping with eyes open

Staring right through the heart of dreams

Landing square on the face of God

Show me one difference between me and love

What’s the difference between me and love?

I said it cos I meant it

You heard it or you didn’t

Do you hear it? Do you hear it? Do you hear it?

There’s no breaking, only bending

Been a lifetime of defending

No more pretending

No more pretending

I’ve seen gay angels

Sleeping with eyes open

Staring right through the heart of dreams

Landing square on the face of God

Show me one difference between me and love

What’s the difference between me and love?

Me and love

Me and love

Me and love