When i saw your face,
i dreamed of an angel that night.
you took the walls from around
and lifted me high upon the clouds.

when i walk alone,
down the street i go…
everywhere i look
i see that same angel on every strange face…

i can only thank myself
for the deluge of my sanity,
for i even see you in the froth of my coffee.

johnathan nash ain’t got shit on this,
at least you age with even the prettiest of grace.

i’ll follow you through those gates,
with that angel face, i saw an angel.

i can’t get it out of my head,
it’s the honey between my heart and my brain.
i beat myself up because of it,
just that sweet angel face…

even now these white walls,
cannot hold the sweetness of your grace…

for you’re still in my head,
i saw an angel in your face…