pimlico street

She always said she liked angels, but I never knew why

Sculptures on the table look you right in the eye

I'm sitting at the table watching you make the food

Your dining room chairs are so unstable the creaking rang through the room

She always said she liked angels, she said it smiling at you

You know that you're her angel, but you acted like you never knew

You should have told her

When she was younger

She always said she liked angels, in her bed with her nails red

She looked at me like a stranger, I took it personal and got upset