Angel's Doorway

Angel comes home, his clothes in a cloud

Of the dust and the dirt and destruction

She waits inside, she knows he's arrived

She feels this with no introductionAt angel's door, you have to leave it on the floor

Don't bring it in

(Don't bring it in)

He can't show what she doesn't want to know

Those things he's seenShe knows the smell of that life he can't tell

Of the fires and the flesh and confusion

Inside his brain he's never the same

Though he tries to maintain the illusionAngel's door, you have to leave it on the floor

Don't bring it in

(Don't bring it in)

He can't show what she doesn't want to know

Those things he's seen