Angles singing in a choir
oh, my lord, I am on fire
what am I to do

voices singing into space
read their verse in my lonely face
what am I to do

because I don't deserve you
not even for a moment
not even for a second will I ever be saved

my love's out to get me
and you know
you know
you know it's going to succeed
and I hope I survive this [bad word] week
alone

and if I don't survive
I'll still be by your side
just clad in ghostly white
I'll be your spectral bride