You have this way of dipping in and out of 

Sight as things collide

Bridges burning softly in the night

And you have this way of falling in and out of 

Time as it goes by

Passing silently with no goodbye



And I've spoken with all other the angels

They dont know what to do

And i agree with them whole-heartedly, I do



Telegram came today from a friend 

Saying, "Where in the hell have you been?

Where are you goin'?"

I said, "I dont know, does the lonliness show?

And if so does it ever end?"



And I've spoken with all other the angels

They dont know what to do

And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do



You have this way of meaning everything and nothing to me 

At the same time

Returning my hellos with goodbyes



'Cause I've spoken with all other the angels

They dont know what to do

And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do...



'Cause I've spoken with all other the angels

They dont know what to do

And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do...



And I've spoken with all other the angels

They dont know what to do

And I agree with them whole-heartedly, I do