Feeding The Angels

Saturday felt like October

Red on the ground, blue in the sky

We are on fire for the wrong reasons

Fists in my hands, tears in my eyes

But I should be off somewhere feeding the angels

Who will take care of them while I'm away

It's not that they can't live without me

I know that, but they seem to appreciate it

When I stay...

I don't cry very easy

Truth be told, I don't, I don't bruise at all

It's not that my skin isn't fragile

Sometimes I do, I do hit the wall

Tell him I'm off somewhere feeding the angels

The angels still love me even when I am bad

And my shame is like coal and

They're making him diamonds

I don't make them cry out,

And I don't make them feel sad...

Saturday felt like a threshold

I walked through now,

And now I can't turn around

I should be off somewhere feeding the angels

The angels still love me even when I am bad

And my shame is like coal and

They're making him diamonds

I don't make them cry out,

I don't make them feel sad...

I don't make them feel sad...