Last night I, leveled with the angels
They were everywhere
There was nothing I could do

Wasn't their call
They entered the house
greeted by a stranger who would soon replace us
and ride away, a new hours entering
A place of uncertainty and mistakes

Why is father on the phone?
Did he know?
Of her withering hand, or is it something she said?
of this flight of stairs so dare
I enter this room in this house

I descend into a room down the hall
My hands are shaking
I must reason with the angels
They will understand
They will see the tears
Tell everyone I can make them better
And ride away, a new hours entering
a place of uncertainty and mistakes

Why is father on the phone?
Did he know?
Of her withering hand, or is it something she said?
of this flight of stairs out there
I enter this room in this house