Well come tell me your storyI'll tell you mineSunday morning CommunionStanding in a lineFeelling like a cannibalEating flesh and drinking bloodDisguised as wineI know some day we're gonna seeWings spring out from you shouldersWhat kind of being are you?For there are moments upon momentsUpon momentsWhen you hardly seem to walk the earthAnd I realize I've spent my whole life searchingSearching for an angelFor an angel, for an angelSo come tell me your storyI'll tell you allLooking at rococco statuesAnd paintings on the wallSitting up there high and mightyWas this Eden was this hell?I had to knowI know some day we're gonna seeWings spring out from you shouldersWhat kind of being are you?For there are moments upon momentsUpon momentsWhen you hardly seem to walk the earthYou're an angel...I know some day we're gonna seeWings spring out from you shouldersWhat kind of being are you?For there are moments upon momentsUpon momentsWhen you hardly seem to walk the earthAnd I realize I've spent my whole life searchingSearching for an angelFor an angelAnd I realize I've spent my whole life searchingSearching for an angel For an angel, for an angelFor an angel, for an angelFor an angel...