The angel is begging on the streets
Not sure how they got here
Wings are looking tattered
Their radiance has gone
Looking up towards the sky
Preening in the gutter
Asking for spare change
Outside the late night store
It's the saddest thing I have ever seen
Look at the state of your wings
Maybe I could help you out
I have a spare bed you could use
Clothes that you can borrow
And i have food to spare
You can use the shower I have soap
Shampoo and a second towel
You can tell me how you got here
I will tell you how I got here
It's the saddest thing I have ever seen
Look at the state of your wings
Is there segregation there
Or can you travel through the ages
So you can visit loved ones
And call on ancestors
Is there such a thing as wealth
Is everybody in good health
Or is your earthly status
Carried into death
Your pallor is grey
Expecting blinding white lights
Down here you seem alone
Are you the only fallen one
Is there no room anymore
Are the clouds no longer safe
Were you sent here as a punishment
Or did you escape
It's the saddest thing I have ever seen
Look at the state of your wings
I've noticed you don't talk a lot
And you are looking oh so tired
Is there anything I can help you with
Please can I help you out
I know that I don't talk a lot
And shit I'm feeling so tired
Helping you is helping me
I think that we can get through this