On the carpet
Making angels with your hands
Such a...delicate sigh
As you glance to where I stand
And I kissed you
On the forehead
The angels ran away
Such a...delicate SCREAM
As the halos began to fade
Tell me
On the head of a pin
Would the angels dance
While the devils sin?
Tell me
On the point of a needle
Would the angels dance
And desert the steeple?
And I saw you
On the carpet
Telling angels your goodbyes
Such a...delicate smile
The angels, the angels have died
The angels, the angels have died