Comes a messenger, horn in hand, crying, “Make way for love,”
I said, “Angel, how did you find me here in this tough girl that I made up?”
She’s a tough girl, baby.
He does not mince words with me: “These are explosives that we are packing,”
We are cut from a similar piece, and it’s hard to handle with care when you’re cracking,
Kind of hard to handle, baby.
Oh, my heart, it longs for him,
Come here, angel, stay by me,
Find the faith to call me kin,
I will hold your soul in high esteem,
If you let me, baby.
So we move in close and we hold on tight, defining the terms of love,
But the nerves get struck and we’re faced with the fight to see what this union is made of,
What are we made of, baby?
I am complicated, he is so protected, and we both know the odds,
But the things that confound mortal minds are not impossible to God,
That’s a capital G, baby.
Oh, my heart, it longs for him,
Come here, angel, stay by me,
Find the faith to call me kin,
I will hold your soul in high esteem,
If you let me, baby.
Angel,
Angel.
Oh, my heart, it longs for him,
Come here, angel, stay by me,
Find the faith to call me kin,
I will hold your soul in high esteem,
If you let me, baby.
