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 introduction
At angel's door,
You have to leave it on the floor,
Don't bring it in.
He can't show
What she doesn't want to know
Those things he's seen.
She knows the smell
Of that life he can't tell
Of the fires and the flesh and confusion
Inside his brain
It's never the same
Though he tries to maintain the illusion
At angel's door,
You have to leave it on the floor,
Don't bring it in.
He can't show
What she doesn't want to know
Those things he's seen.
Angel comes home
His clothes in a cloud
Of the dust and the dirt and destruction
Suzanne Vega - Angels Doorway Lyrics
Suzanne Vega - Angels Doorway Lyrics
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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 introduction
At angel's door,
You have to leave it on the floor,
Don't bring it in.
He can't show
What she doesn't want to know
Those things he's seen.
She knows the smell
Of that life he can't tell
Of the fires and the flesh and confusion
Inside his brain
It's never the same
Though he tries to maintain the illusion
At angel's door,
You have to leave it on the floor,
Don't bring it in.
He can't show
What she doesn't want to know
Those things he's seen.
Angel comes home
His clothes in a cloud
Of the dust and the dirt and destruction
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 introduction
At angel's door,
You have to leave it on the floor,
Don't bring it in.
He can't show
What she doesn't want to know
Those things he's seen.
She knows the smell
Of that life he can't tell
Of the fires and the flesh and confusion
Inside his brain
It's never the same
Though he tries to maintain the illusion
At angel's door,
You have to leave it on the floor,
Don't bring it in.
He can't show
What she doesn't want to know
Those things he's seen.
Angel comes home
His clothes in a cloud
Of the dust and the dirt and destruction
Writer: SUZANNE VEGA
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.