Angel

The voice on the telephone sounds awful angry
And somehow it doesnt fit in
With the face in the picture I keep on my dresser
Of the girl I once called my best friend
We drank from the fountain of good times and dreaming
But these lawyers have poisoned the well
And as our love is dying theyre making a killing
On heartaches and furniture sales
And the line between evil and good disappears
And now its so hard to tell
Am I shaking a demon thats after my soul
Or sending an angel to Hell?
Am I right or is she right or are we both wrong?
Or is it even about that at all?
As Heaven is fading were fighting and fussing
And the devils just having a ball.
And the line between evil and good disappears
And now its so hard to tell
Am I shaking a demon thats after my soul
Or sending an angel to Hell?