Angels - Joe Henry

If I know my angels, I know what they’d say

Be still my little butcher boy, you’ll give us all away

Be still you wretched little freak, give us room to move

Give us milk, you little pig, we’ll tell you when we’re through

My love is like a mountain, her mouth is like a mine

Incubating diamonds, as we rise and shine, shine

Rolling over granite, there’s a smell like cloves and clay

And if I know my angels, they’ll take it all away

Can you get it?

Now I’ve sold my bread, to keep my spirits high

To keep some taste on my tongue, and my feelings dry

They’ll have their fun and leave me, I’m like a stone without a weight

But if I know my angels, I’ll fall just like a cane

I can’t get it