Lyrics:

Well come tell me your story I'll tell you mine Sunday morning Communion Standing in a lineFeelling like a cannibal Eating flesh and drinking blood Disguised as wine I know some day we're gonna see Wings spring out from you shoulders What kind of being are you? For there are moments upon moments Upon moments When you hardly seem to walk the earth And I realize I've spent my whole life searching Searching for an angel For an angel, for an angel So come tell me your story I'll tell you all Looking at rococco statues And paintings on the wall Sitting up there high and mighty Was this Eden was this hell? I had to know I know some day we're gonna see Wings spring out from you shoulders What kind of being are you? For there are moments upon moments Upon moments When you hardly seem to walk the earth You're an angel... I know some day we're gonna see Wings spring out from you shoulders What kind of being are you? For there are moments upon moments Upon moments When you hardly seem to walk the earth And I realize I've spent my whole life searching Searching for an angel For an angel And I realize I've spent my whole life searching Searching for an angel For an angel, for an angel For an angel, for an angel For an angel...