Evidence, item number one
Was the quietude she didn't choose
Speechless in the face of my suspicion
Where did all the words go? To where the wind blows

Angel, she's an angel
Though, she might be, I should have put it
Angel, no doubt an angel
Though she might be just slightly promiscuous

Evidence, item number two
She looked away, in no good way
She broke free from the chains of freedom
And got hurt in a planned accident

Angel, she's an angel
Though, she might be, or did I put it?
Angel, no doubt an angel
Though she might be just slightly promiscuous