It's what you see in men, does my rugged face cut scars like daggers?
Faces on the wall, we can't touch you but you move our hobby
Reach into the hall, step around the feast and find the lobby
Open up the door, see an angel and you lose your body
And my body
Is her angel
Her angel
Her angel
Picking out a name, stretching out on your sheets
Isabelle, Isabelle, can't you hear me? I can't tell
Is the devil in the room? is he hiding in the first drawer?
Hold me dear, hold me dear, can't you feel me touch your ear?
Meat was on the bone, but the children huddled and devoured
Keep them in the home, let their minds go where their bikes can't take them
Flinching finds me first, so I'll hide 'til she is in the basement
When I light the match, touching angels shadows on the ceiling
And my body
Is her angel
Her angel
Her angel
Racing 'round the room, your forehead is on fire
Isabelle, Isabelle, they're all talking, you're not well
Looking like a ghost, doctors shaking their heads
Say my name, say my name, can't you see me? I'm to blame
I'm to blame
(There have been sadder days)
Sadder days
(Ah, the angel!)
Woah, look what I found
Sadder days
(My god, the angel!
The angel!
Pretty angels...)
Starting to rotting and nodding, pretty angel
Starting to rotting and nodding, pretty angel
Starting to rotting and nodding, pretty angel
Starting to rotting and nodding, pretty angel
Starting to rotting and nodding, pretty angel
Starting to rotting and nodding, pretty angel
Pretty angel
Grab the preachers throat, can't you see the light within the shutters?
Who set up the ball, don't you see your dancing frees my chances
Put me on my feet, there's an angel with a hand thats open
Write my name in ink, send a letter to the ground and beg him
And my body
Is the angel
The angel
The angel
Folding all your clothes, changing all your bed sheets
Isabelle, Isabelle, you're not with me where I dwell
Drinking from your glass, smash it on the pyre
It's a shame, it's a shame, can't you see me? I'm to blame
I'm to blame
Some people's lives awake to itsy-bitsy "I'm so sorrys"
The branch breaks, you crack a window and the wind might say
"The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow
The birds are calling for you, please don't follow"
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