Angels on the edge of my bed, been there half of the night
Looked around, asked "You made this hell yourself? Well, it's real nice"
Angels on the edge of my bed told me, talking rainclear
"Harmony don't know the spheres from Adam, and while we're here...
Melody, melody
Ain't got nothing at all on the
Delivery, delivery
And don't shoot the messenger, please"
Why you'd put your faith in a wild guest?
Who knows, who knows
Why you'd put your faith in a wild guest?
Who knows, who knows
Angels on the edge of my bed with their unplugged electric
Played a song like Jericho's wall smashed in, wrecked and perfect
Tuneless but with energy an immortal could take too far
Said, "There is your heart's true song and then there's just, just what you are"
Melody, melody
Ain't got nothing at all on the
Delivery, delivery
And don't shoot the messenger please
Why you'd put your faith in a wild guest?
Who knows, who knows
Why you'd put your faith in a wild guest?
Who knows, who knows
Angels on the edge of my bed, playing
Angels on the edge of my bed, playing
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