Angel With Airbrushed Wings

the angel's fallen from heaven
and you've stolen his wings
you've taken away
such a beautiful thing

oh and you,
plucked out the feathers
and you cut the harp strings
and you've stolen his voice
so now he can't sing

you're just so apathetic
and now you're the king
but to me your pathetic
and this is the thing;

you've destroyed an angel
and taken from him
all of his life
and those beautiful things

so you gathered the feathers
and bound them to you
and you stapled them down
why bother with glue?
and you restrung his harp
with strings of despair
and you misplayed his tunes
to people not there

you destroyed the angel
the one that i love
i hope he'll come back
if push comes to shove

and to prove all your power
you used your picture for lies
and you said all the words
that were improvised
you said you were the one
with the beautiful things
because of the photo
with you and your airbrushed wings

you destroyed an angel
and you've taken from him
both his life,
and all of the beautiful things...