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