Lyrics
I thought you had what I had and more
So much more fun that stayed a symbol I adore
Meeting you was a pleasure not a chore
You were an angel and you didn't need a door
You were a star in the night of my life
So far away but inside me like a knife
The caller listens while the money drops from sight
To what you said I would like to reply
Knives always long for headless speed
Desperate moves we are in need
Our concentration gone to seed
The lonely jerks are bad indeed
Before you leap think where you tread
The angel's toes are up in your head
The calm need not storm into rage
It's just a benefit, a benefit of age
Look back at anger from a sea
Of quiet postures like a dream
The pilgrim's field is now my home
A springboard tense for me alone