Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down

Jackets and shoes
Pistols and pens
Poor boy, feels like I ain't got no friends
I wake up nervous
Sunday is gloomy
Eyes on the sidewalk
Look right through me
I hear myself breathing
Trying to focus
Goodbye Babylon
Wandering hopeless
The drifter
Singing the lament to the non-trier
The isolation makes me wanna set myself on fire
But I don't live anywhere

Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down

Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down

I pick all the flowers
Extinguish the flames
The insanities, I can remember all of their names
The bottom of the barrel
It's no way how to be
But the cold and the silence 
beats the [bad word] out of me
The windows are wooden
And I [bad word] I'll just keep digging
Until I'm good and insane
Cobwebs and apple corers
Old ghosts and vestiges
The woman at the desk says I ain't got no messages
But I don't live anywhere

Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down

Lost in a haze
Of fantasy in folklore
The woman I love, she don't want me no more
Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild
Full-grown man, reduced to a weakling child
Hard a hearing, short-tempered, long [bad word] disappeared
and cleared of all wrong doing
Challenging the calendars
And tempting the clocks
Tree knocked over
Inside an empty box
And I don't live anywhere

Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down

Black Angel
Black Angel
Black Angel
Carry me down