Angel comes home, his clothes in a cloud
Angel's door, you have to leave it on the floor
She waits inside, she knows he's arrived
Of the fires and the flesh and confusion
He can't show what she doesn't want to know
He can't show what she doesn't want to know
Don't bring it in
(Don't bring it in)
She knows the smell of that life he can't tell
Don't bring it in
Inside his brain he's never the same
Those things he's seen
Those things he's seen
(Don't bring it in)
Though he tries to maintain the illusion
She feels this with no introduction
At angel's door, you have to leave it on the floor