Well come tell me your story, I'll tell you mine   Sunday morning communion, standing in a line   Feeling like a cannibal, eating flesh and drinking blood   Disguised as wine, oh      I know someday we're gonna see wings   Spring out from your shoulders, what kind of being are you?   For there are moments, upon moments, upon moments   When you hardly seem to walk the earth   And I realize, I've spent my whole life searching   Searching for an angel, for an angel      So come tell me your story, I'll tell you all   Looking at rococo statues and paintings on the wall   Sitting up there high and mighty, was this Eden? Was this hell?   I had to know      I know someday we're gonna see wings   Spring out from your shoulders, what kind of being are you?   For there are moments, upon moments, upon moments   When you hardly seem to walk the earth   You're an angel, oh yeah      I know some day we're gonna see wings   Spring out from you shoulders, what kind of being are you?   For there are moments, upon moments, upon moments   When you hardly seem to walk the earth   And I realize, I've spent my whole life searching   Searching for an angel, for an angel      And I realize, I've spent my whole life searching   Searching for an angel, for an angel   For an angel, for an angel   For an angel