Angel

The voice on the telephone sounds awful angry

And somehow it doesnt fit in

The face in the picture I keep on my dresser

Of a girl I once called my best friend

We drank from the fountain of good times and dreaming

But lawyers have poisoned the well

And as our love is dyin' they're makin' a killin'

Off of heartache and furniture sales

And the line between evil and good disapear

And now it's so hard to tell

Am I shakin' a demon that's after my soul

Or sendin' and angel to hell?

Am I right or is she right or are we both wrong?

Or is it even about that at all?

And as heaven is fadin' we're fightin' and fusin'

And the devil's just havin' a ball

And the line between evil and good disapear

And now it's so hard to tell

Am I shakin' a demon that's after my soul

Or sendin' and angel to hell?