Have you looked in the mirror lately
Do your eyes disguise you completely
When you lie in your bed, do you lie to yourself
You were building me up just to fall
Do you care that it makes me feel small
You wouldn't even meet me to talk through it all
Take your guns to the grave when you say I'm to blame
Go in peace, love, and worship the Lord
Go in peace, love, and worship the Lord
So blame all the angels, rip me to the bone
Hiding your price tag right under your throne
When it comes down to good, you're the meaning to love
But have you looked down in the mirror at all
Have you looked down in the mirror lately
Do you still see yourself as a lady
Designed to recline where the standing reside
Go Away from my window from wailing
All you ever wanted was sailing
And when the storm showed its face, you were leaving
So drag them all down to hell where we'll meet once again
There's money in the pockets of an angel
There's money in the pockets of an angel
So blame all the angels, rip me to the bone
Hiding your price tag right under your throne
When it comes down to good, you're demeaning to love
But have you looked down in the mirror at all
Have you looked down in the mirror as of late
And you're welcome for the key to open the gate