Angel

The voice on the telephone sounds awfully angry

And somehow it doesn't fit in

But the face and the picture I keep on my dresser

Of the girl I once called my best friend

We drank from the fountain

Of good times and dreaming

But these longings have poisoned the well

And as our love is dying

They're making a killing

On heartaches and furniture sales

And the line between evil and good disappears

And now it's so hard to tell

Am I shaking a demon

That's after my soul

Or sending an angel to help

Am I right or is she right

Or are we both wrong

Or is it even about that at all

'Cause heaven is fading with fighting and fussing

And the devil's just having a ball

And the line between evil and good disappears

And now it's so hard to tell

Am I shaking a demon

That's after my soul

Or sending an angel to help