You have this way of dipping in and out of sight
As things collide
Bridges burning softly in the night
And you have this way of falling
In and out of time as it goes by
Passing silently with no goodbye
And I've spoken with all of the other angels
They don't know what to do
And I agree with them whole heartedly
I do
Telegram came today from a friend saying
"Where in the hell have you been?
Where are you going?"
I said "I don't know
Does the loneliness show?
And if so
Does it ever end?"
And I've spoken with all of the other angels
they don't know what to do
and I agree with them whole heartdly
I do
You have this way of meaning everything
And nothing to me
At the same time
Returning my hellos with goodbyes
'Cause I've spoken with all of the other angels
They don't know what to do
And I agree with them whole heartedly
I do
'Cause I've spoken with all of the other angels
They don't know what to do
And I agree with them whole heartedly
I do
And I've spoken with all of the other angels
They don't know what to do
And I agree with them whole heartedly
I do
