I Want The Angel

Who takes what I'm giving and not what I'm saving I want the angel Whose bones are so sharp That they can break through their own excuses Well, to be a blind man, Hey, that would be a fine thing Then I could dream at night of total strangers And all the music would be so spaceless And all the women would be so faceless, They'd be so faceless they'd be like old film Just like old film I never did process I want the angel That knows the sky She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye I want the angel That's partly lame She filters clarity from her desperate shame I want the angel That knows rejection Who's like a whore in love with her own reflection I want the angel Whose touch don't miss When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss If I could break through I could be certain But this obsession is like some fiery curtain All the numbers reduced to zero And those who died young, they are my heroes They are my heroes, they took the walk Where the heart made sense and the mind can't talk I want the angel Whose child don't weep She's got dreams designed for eternal sleep I want the angel That will not change Into a four-legged monster in love with the strange I want the angel That never chooses And don't come running back every time she loses But I want the angel that never loses Copyright Earl McGrath Music/Jim Carroll Music ASCAP (1980)