(Angel) Angel (Angel) Tuning every string, You hear the truth that others miss within. (Oh Angel) No halo on your head No feathers when you sing, Angel without wings Still flying everything. You take a song apart like gears in motion, Find the hidden spark in all the commotion. Every note a clue, every chord a crime, You’ll testify with rhythm, cross-examine time. And if it bends wrong — you’ll call it out, If it breaks down — you’ll scream it loud. Sweet as your name, but don’t be misled, You can be the devil in the music’s head. Angel, you don’t need the sky, Your gift is sharper than wings could fly. Angel, you’re the one we hear, Cutting through the noise with perfect ears. Pull it apart! — Build it again! Every refrain — is yours to mend! Birthday candles, glowing fire, But the songs you burn burn even higher. Every harmony’s a spark you tame, Every breakdown calls out your name. Angel, Angel, tuning every string… Angel without wings, still flying everything. Angel, you don’t need disguise, Your voice is sharper than the clearest skies. Angel, blow the speakers wide, A devil in the mix but heaven on the side. Heaven on the side — Heaven on the side!
