Hark, the angel calling up my street

Following every move

I hate the fact that I belong to sound that needs my help

Or else it'll die

And when the trouble mixes with the rest

You can look but don't touch

That part's a mess

Leave it to me

Just leave it to me

Hark, the angel flying underneath

Making my legs move faster than my feet

But I won't stop trying his tricks

And I won't let you down just yet

I'm back to all my bullshit games

Forcing the things I made to rearrange

Is how I do it every time

So I, I guess I can hold it

I have every idea

You can't challenge me

The angel coming on my street

And I can't meet

Hey, there's a letter for you

Downstairs (And I can't meet)

Hey, there's a letter for you

Downstairs (Here we go)

There's a letter for you

Downstairs, can I read it too

Hark, the angel calling up my street

Following every move

I hate the fact that I belong to sound that needs my help

Or else it'll die, and

I have every idea