I make my days a story you told
To pay my times to live in cold
A cure above my infancy
Lost behind my symphony

The angels, they crying for me
The angels, they make all we see
The angels, intend me to be
An angel, who live on the street
Pardon me, pardon me

And now, we scream for greed
For now, remember deep
Anyway, how happy could be?
Anyway, a pain to agree

Stay right here, and take your lucky
And how I could hide, my lonely love
And all my words, an ego lie
I did and turned to my own line

The angels, they cry for me
The angels, they make all we see
The angels, intend me to be
An angel, who live on the street

And now, we scream for greed
For now, remember deep
Anyway, how happy could be?
Anyway, a pain to agree