The Crash of Angel Wings

Here she comes

Like rumbling drums

Swinging her skirts

And talking in spurts

Sailing high

In her ship of the sky

Being found

Broken on the ground

But when she sings

I hear the crash of angel wings

When she sings I hear the crash of wings

On Sundays she walks

On cut glass and rocks

On Monday she falls

From the sheerest of walls

On Tuesday she screams

Black words in her dreams

On Friday she lies

And a part of her dies

But when she sings

I hear the crash of angel wings

When she sings I hear the crash of wings

Here she comes

Like rumbling drums

She's swinging her skirts

She's talking in spurts

Now she's reading my books

Now she's giving me looks

As she slips and sways

Through murmering days

And when she sings

I hear the crash of angel wings

When she sings

I hear the crash of angel wings

When she sings I hear the crash of wings

Here she comes

Like rumbling drums

Here she comes

Like rumbling drums

Like rumbling drums

Like rumbling drums