Lyrics

Angel by Ileana Burdine

Frank is next door, Pat is on tv
She's lost in some familiar daydream
Such a nice girl, does she listen, feel the love that I send
I am, I am, I am, I am here

She doesn't see me
She doesn't hear me
Sometimes she thinks that I'm an angel
How I wish I were

I worry for her, she worries for me
Not too close; only in memories
Black and white and faded on the edges
I feel my hand in hers; it hardly presses

She doesn't see me
She doesn't hear me
Sometimes she thinks that I'm an angel
How I wish I were

If I were I would fly her to his ever-loving arms
It's all she's wanted for so long, for so long

I can't fill in the blanks or take away pain
Turn it up, my love will remain
My love held in every word, every song a prayer
Are you, are you, are you, are you there

She doesn't see me
She doesn't hear me
Sometimes she thinks that I'm an angel
Sometimes she thinks that I'm an angel
Sometimes she thinks that I'm an angel
How I wish I were