All The Angels

Like the flower on my lapel
Life is Heaven pinned on Hell
And the pleasure to watch it grow
Is a feelin’ you didn’t know

But all the things you want
Can be so demanding
Existential quest to be
The last one standing

All the angles of your face
That I didn’t recognize
I can no longer ignore

No one else could take your place
But I don’t think that I
Want to know you anymore

Like the flower on my lapel
Life is Heaven pinned on Hell
And the promise to stay true
Was the flower I pinned on you, on you

All the angles of the face
That I didn’t recognize
I can no longer ignore

No one else could take your place
But I don’t think that I
Want to know you anymore

All the angles of your face
That I didn’t recognize
I can no longer ignore