Well come tell me your story

I'll tell you mine

Sunday morning Communion

Standing in a lineFeelling like a cannibal

Eating flesh and drinking blood

Disguised as wine

I know some day we're gonna see

Wings spring out from you shoulders

What kind of being are you?

For there are moments upon moments

Upon moments

When you hardly seem to walk the earth

And I realize I've spent my whole life searching

Searching for an angel

For an angel, for an angel

So come tell me your story

I'll tell you all

Looking at rococco statues

And paintings on the wall

Sitting up there high and mighty

Was this Eden was this hell?

I had to know

I know some day we're gonna see

Wings spring out from you shoulders

What kind of being are you?

For there are moments upon moments

Upon moments

When you hardly seem to walk the earth

You're an angel...

I know some day we're gonna see

Wings spring out from you shoulders

What kind of being are you?

For there are moments upon moments

Upon moments

When you hardly seem to walk the earth

And I realize I've spent my whole life searching

Searching for an angel

For an angel

And I realize I've spent my whole life searching

Searching for an angel

For an angel, for an angel

For an angel, for an angel

For an angel...