Sing sing sing
You you you
Your howl is down
with wings on fire
And our eyes are weary
And you, your pace is slowly

Sing sing sing
You you you
Your hands are pale as ash
Youe soul is trapped
And our eyes are weary
And you, your pace is slowly
and mine is too

Feathers of the wings of the angel Gabriel
Feathers of the wings of the angel Gabriel
Sway under the moon but here is nothing to demand
To the marros of my bones; I refuse to understand

Sing sing sing
You you you
Utopian and outrageous
but I'll worship [bad word] 
And our eyes are weary
And you, your pace is slowly

Feathers of the wings of the angel Gabriel
Feathers of the wings of the angel Gabriel
Started from my sleep and too angelic for this world
Or gullible, you mean?
By all means we're giving ground

I will not get in the way, this patchwork is history
Archangels crying out: Caesar is to die tonight
All this has been said and done, all these colours
You too [bad word]  you can ask;
You can ask the angel Gabriel

Sing sing sing
You you you
To your resonating skull
golden tiny sound
And our eyes are weary
And you, you're place is slowly

Feathers of the wings of the angel Gabriel
Feathers of the wings of the angel Gabriel
As the writer of these words,
these arrows are [bad word] blue
I know the Messenger;
make no mistake they are meant for you
Your hands are pale as ash
and you are on the other side
Your soul is trapped and you are on the other side
Hear me now and see
Can you hear me now then you sing again
Feathers of the wings of the angel Gabriel
Feathers of the wings of the angel Gabriel