Is it really sweet to be this lost?
Is it really worth it?
Is it really good to feel that sad?
Will I ever outcome it?
I saw you in my dream, it wasn't so bad
But then we didn't kiss
Is it really love or is it blood
Drippin' of my wrists?

Ooh, ah-ah, as I fall
Ooh, ah-ah, I can hear the sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed

I will call him feathers
If they spring from my back
But lord, I want them golden

Ooh, ah-ah, as I fall
Ooh, ah-ah, I can hear the sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed

And maybe we will almost fall in love
I will look into his eyes, and he into mine
My only single eye, beyond fortuned other
Blinded by a punishing sack, and we will agree
That love can be blind
And he, healthy boy, well-fed, white at his rosey cheeks
Will wonder about me, pity my boney body
Those thin ribs, and worry, and feel my twisted gear
And the scas in my hands, reminders of the flirtations
Of my skin, and it grew a volcano
And perhaps it's my skit
before he learns the greater whores
I own him the truth of me
So I will say to him and quote, I went to sleep, end quote