Looking at rococo statues and paintings on the wall
Spring out from your shoulders, what kind of being are you?
I know some day we're gonna see wings
Searching for an angel, for an angel
Sitting up there high and mighty, was this Eden? Was this hell?
And I realize, I've spent my whole life searching
And I realize, I've spent my whole life searching
For there are moments, upon moments, upon moments
For there are moments, upon moments, upon moments
I had to know
I know someday we're gonna see wings
Searching for an angel, for an angel
For an angel, for an angel
So come tell me your story, I'll tell you all
And I realize, I've spent my whole life searching
You're an angel, oh yeah
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
Feeling like a cannibal, eating flesh and drinking blood
Spring out from your shoulders, what kind of being are you?
I know someday we're gonna see wings
For there are moments, upon moments, upon moments
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
Disguised as wine, oh
Searching for an angel, for an angel
When you hardly seem to walk the earth
Spring out from you shoulders, what kind of being are you?
