Angel

The voice on the telephone sounds awful angry And somehow it doesnt fit in The face in the picture I keep on my dresser Of a girl I once called my best friend We drank from the fountain of good times and dreaming But lawyers have poisoned the well And as our love is dyin' they're makin' a killin' Off of heartache and furniture sales And the line between evil and good disapear And now it's so hard to tell Am I shakin' a demon that's after my soul Or sendin' and angel to hell? Am I right or is she right or are we both wrong? Or is it even about that at all? And as heaven is fadin' we're fightin' and fusin' And the devil's just havin' a ball And the line between evil and good disapear And now it's so hard to tell Am I shakin' a demon that's after my soul Or sendin' and angel to hell?