My mother moved the furniture
When she no longer moved the man
We thought nothing of it at the time
She painted walls, painted smiles
Checked herself in the mirror one more time
Then yoked her heart to a whim

But the history of desire is such that just one word
Just one touch could send it reeling

She passed go again and again
Never collected her two hundred
Or landed on the purple with the Jones'
She wanted to be a different person
She sat down, finally, and he walked away
He walked away

She listened to the angel - she said to flatter
She said to coo - she said it won't matter

I thought I was by myself
But I cannot kill the angel in the house
Even in my wildest heart
I cannot kill the angel in the house
The angel in the house
The angel in the house

You hang on to the pieces of the game
That don't talk back, don't sneak around
Moveable objects, but, where were we?
Don't let anything happen
We're back to the wheel, back to fire, onto the highwire

But she listened to the angel - she said to flatter
She said to coo - she said it won't matter

I thought I was by myself
But I cannot kill the angel in the house
Even in my wildest heart
I cannot kill the angel in the house
The angel in the house
The angel in the house
The angel in the house
The angel in the house
The angel in the house
The angel in the house