The Angel With Scabbed Wings

Sit down next to me
My angel with scabbed wings
I’ll mend your scars
You can ask me how’s things
Lend me your harp
And I’ll mend its broken strings
There now it’s fixed
Now that you play it, it sings

Your wings are broke
So now let me try to help you
I’ve got bad news
But please, please don’t be blue
Your wings are dead
And your halo’s wrecked too
I have got an idea
There’s still something I can do

One slice of my throat
And a suicide note
Thicker than the wrist
There is no risk
And for you I swear I do
I do it all for you

Now I have my wings
And I have been given this light
I search around for you
Without hesitation I give you a knife
You cut off my wings
And I breathe into you all of my life
Then you fly away
And leave me for an here in strife

Sit down next to me
My angel with perfect wings
You’ll mend my scars
and you’ll ask me how’s things
I’ll lend you my heart
And you’ll fix all its broken strings
And when it’s fixed
I’ll fly with you and your wings