The Angel Calling

It's always like this -

Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain,

Into my brain -

And then waits for the spark.

And I say to myself -

Come on now, do you really have to be that insane?

Be that insane -

Than off I go...

Suppose I was made of steel,

I'll find myself a magnet,

And I'll call it your name,

Call it your name

And then paint it bright;

And you'll destroy me with light,

You'll burn me to cinders with your hands on my wheel -

Your hands on my wheel;

And then off I'll go.

All in all - it's another step to heaven,

And in heaven it's easy to see -

It was the angel, that's calling me;

It was the angel, and I just did what he said;

It was the angel, and I'm satisfied;

It was the angel, and I cried and I cried,

And I tried and I tried,

And I can't get you out of my head.