The street that drags me up the hill
 To the wrong side of the road
 Where young drinking men, meet regret
 And love is sought and sold
 Where solid possibilities
 Are ground away to dust
 In a demon's dance
 I first glanced
 My Angel of the Cross.
 Floating past the fountain, to El Alamein
 Caught in her and haunted
 I will climb this hill again
 With such a beauty recognized
 I walk until I'm lost
 I followed her, I couldn't talk to her
 My Angel of the Cross.
 Each man, has his hungers
 And mine's for such as you
 If I had a savior's courage
 I'd know exactly what to do
 But I'm no knight in shining armor
 And you no nightingale
 I'm sorry Angel of the Cross
 This is not a fairytale.
 Your supple skin will harden
 Shut down and left to die
 Your breath will sigh and leave you
 Speechless and out of time
 And you'll shrink into your bones
 "Till amongst the bones you lie.
 These lights are sirens dear not beacons
 As you have come to know
 The river's only raindrops
 That counterfelt the glow
 I watched through sweethearts window
 You count your tips and not the costs
 Tonight I may well speak your name
 My Angel of the Cross.
 Each man, has his hungers
 And mine's for such as you
 If I had a savior's courage
 I'd know exactly what to do
 But I'm no knight in shining armor
 And you no nightingale
 I'm sorry Angel of the Cross
 This is not a fairytale.
 Your supple skin will harden
 Shut down and left to die
 Your breath will sigh and leave you
 Speechless and out of time
 And you become transparent
 In the shuttered view of passers by
 And you'll shrink into your bones
 "Till amongst the bones you lie.
 These lights are sirens dear not beacons
 As you have come to know.