Song Description
Everyone's walking around with just a devil on their shoulder; I've still got the angel on the other one
| Song Length |
4:51 |
Genre |
Rock - Modern, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Anxious |
Subject |
Frustration, Sanity/Insanity |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
She said it's all over
As a dead four leaf clover
Slipped from my hand
To the ground
To the ground
Somebody's waiting
Somebody's waiting
To tell me that lost love
Can never be found
And I'm trying to be an angel
I'm trying to be an angel
I'm trying to be an angel
While the whole World goes to Hell
I used to be a saint
But a saint is what I ain't
I'm trying to be an angel
But sometimes you just can't tell
There's a cold empty bed
A thought in my head
There's a knock on the door just before
The room catches fire
Somebody learned me
When somebody burned me
I could tell you it hurt me
But then I'd be that liar
And I'm trying to be an angel
I'm trying to be an angel
I'm trying to be an angel
While the whole World goes to Hell
I used to be a saint
But a saint is what I ain't
I'm trying to be an angel
But sometimes you just can't tell
Well they took away my prayers as I sat there in Mass
The door painted red and they stained all the glass
The walls were adorned with the sins of the past
I'll make that confession, but it won't be my last
Oooo trying
Ooo angel
I'm trying to be an angel
But sometimes you just can't tell
Somebody's waiting
Somebody's waiting
To tell me that lost love
Can never be found