This Strange love won't wait
Won’t you write it out for me
Like it wasn't written up above
So I'm calling on angels arms

Strangers from afar
They pick and they hurt me 
Like it's a fault laid written on my breast 
My lazy mind needs his bed 
So I’m thinking of being done

So if you think you might need [bad word] Crying out 
Outdated, [bad word] Time to start 
Calling on angels arms
Ooohh ooohh oh yeah yeah yeah

So thinking men wake in their heads 
Pay nothing for free
It's their thoughts which pay my debts
So methanol mind full of ugly heads
With nothing left to spare
Crying out to the panic soaked sky
Thinking of being done
ooohh ooohh oh yeah

So if you think you might need [bad word] Crying out
Outdated, [bad word] 
Time to start 
But see her far from the lonely
Children, asking her to see the sun
ooooooo yeah oh oh yeah yeah

So if you think you might need [bad word] Crying out
Outdated, [bad word] Time to start
With [bad word] kisses
Busted wishes are for
Time to start 
Calling on angels arms
Calling on angels arms
Calling on angels arms
ooohh ooohh