Lyrics

He calls me Angel
Sometimes it's hard to believe
That he sees a spirit above the earth when he
Sees me, it's mythically
Simply 'cause I have no wings
To fly up from the human hell of emotional swings.

He calls me Angel
But I'm more the maid with no hands
I can't hold the feeling in the distance from where
He stands in armor
More than a shield for his skin, it hides him
From a world who'd kill him if it got in.

He is the fisher king, wounded
A Parsifal fool kid
Living in castle in a dream
When will the castle fall?
Send in the jesters all
Mend him, it's time for the healing of the king.

He calls me Angel
Further from truth he can't be.
I live in the earthiness of fear and brute honesty.
It's a woman's pain, when she wants more than he gives
It never works except to separate the homes where we live.

Sometimes the wound is far too deep
And Angel eyes do weep
And dry when sober stories they tell.
Sometimes when tears are gone
I shine, the halo on
It's divine and he can call me Angel.