Still when I was crying 
you were on my side 
Angel, you [bad word] and see me here tonight 
Angel, of course you're always more than [bad word] here 
Still I'm needing somebody else… again. 

Writings up my place 
There is nothing much I want to do about it 
The way I fall without you 
The way I'm dull without you 
I split my score, offer you love. 

Still when I was crying 
you were on my side 
Angel, I never thought that I'd be free or clear 
Angel, except for you, I doubt that I'd be here 
Still I'm needing somebody else… again. 
Still I'm needing somebody else… again.