Angel Flies Over

The angel flies over

An angel is woven, night sky splits open

When I ask to be known, when I ask to know

And I know by the shadow

By my bouts most slipp’ry and cheap

When I clean out the fridge or any similar situation

The angel flies over

When two or more of us get together, the seraphim sunbathe in the weather

Buzzing round like flies at the eternal pile

And I know by the shadow, by my bouts most sacred and lean

When I’m furthest from a chapel, when I vacuum the car

Honey, there you are

That’s when the angel flies over

Guess I’ll call up my friends

Ask 'em how they’ve been