Standing in a field flying my kite | |
The string slips out of my hand | |
The kite, it drops out of control | |
Tangled and trapped on the telephone wire | |
Please help me, don't walk right by | |
The angel's wings are trapped in telephone wires | |
And nobody cares, they go out of their way | |
Standing on the street watching the day | |
A car stops in front of me | |
A gun, I drop out of control | |
I feel my blood, seeps warm out of me |