When she's down- she's down... when she's up- she's up
She can bring black clouds or glow like a candle in a paper cup
Every heart's playground has its swings and slides
But some hearts take scarier rides

There are angels on her shoulder
There are angels on the stairs
There monsters in the closet when the angels aren't there

Sometimes only time offers sweet relief
When she's as limp as a ragdoll carried in a black dog's teeth
And she wakes to find herself on the floor
And something's growlings just behind the door

There are angels on her shoulder
There are angels on the stairs
There monsters in the closet when the angels aren't there

When those moods strike her she can't ward off all the blows
Though it's just like her when she swings back to suppose
That it's her fault when she can't hit it on the nose
And try to tell you what she's going through
When she's down- she's down... when she's up- she's up
She can bring black clouds or glow like a candle in a paper cup

There are angels on her shoulder
There are angels on the stairs
There monsters in the closet when the angels aren't there

© Flying Stone Music 1995