Angel

Oh, be active as I, I realise this
Walking home and just here feeling it
Oh, come clean before you talk dirty to me, darling
Scream into your pillow; no, you're never not an angel

Come wake my sin; under me feel new, child
Mess up my dress, I couldn't cry a mess
Every time that you're with me it all fits in to what you do

Oh, and if you miss it, I'm saying this
Oh, just feel it; oh, as you suggest
Oh, don't come before your high, where are you going?
Oh, you're flattering; no, you're never not an angel

Under your wing I see nothing
New child, your hair not slick, your wings are clipped
Underneath your perfect sin there's something evil happening

Angel, you wake my sin, I've done nothing
New child, mess up my dress, I couldn't cry a mess
Every time that you're with me it all fits in to what you do