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PLAYING THE ANGEL - Lyrics

Last updated 11.10.05

«Playing The Angel» - Lyrics
[01] A Pain That I'm Used To
[02] John The Revelator
[03] Suffer Well
[04] The Sinner In Me
[05] Precious
[06] Macrovision
[07] I Want It All
[08] Nothing's Impossible
[09] Introspectre
[10] Damaged People
[11] Lillian
[12] The Darkest Star

b-side track from Precious single

[13] Free

«Playing The Angel»
A Pain That I'm Used To

Iím not sure what Iím looking for anymore
I just know that Iím harder to console
I donít see who Iím trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control

Can you say what youíre trying to play anyway
I just pay while youíre breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled

All this running around, well itís getting me down
Just give me a pain that Iím used to
I donít need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

Thereís a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul

I canít conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair

All this running around, well itís getting me down
Just give me a pain that Iím used to
I donít need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

All this running around, well itís getting me down
Just give me a pain that Iím used to
I donít need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true

«Playing The Angel»
John The Revelator

John the Revelator
Put him in a elevator
Take him up to the highest high
Take him up to the top where the mountains stop
Let him tell his book of lies

John the Revelator
Heís a smooth operator
Itís time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Let us hear his alibis

By claiming God as his only rock
He's stealing a god from the Israelite
Stealing a god from a Muslim, too
There is only one god through and through

Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well whoís that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well whoís that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye

Seven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well whoís that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well whoís that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

Bye-bye
Bye-bye
John the Revelator
Bye-bye
John the Revelator
Bye-bye
John the Revelator

«Playing The Angel»
Suffer Well

Where were you when I fell from grace
A frozen heart, an empty space
Something's changed and itís in your eyes
Please donít speak, youíll only lie
I found treasure not where I thought
Peace of mind canít be bought
Still I believe

I just hang on and suffer well
Sometimes itís hard
Itís hard to tell

An angel led me when I was blind
I said take me back, Iíve changed my mind
Now I believe
From the blackest room, I was torn
You called my name, a love was born
So I believe

I just hang on and suffer well
Sometimes itís hard
Itís hard to tell

I just hang on and suffer well
Sometimes itís hard
So hard to tell

«Playing The Angel»
The Sinner In Me

If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me

Iíll never be a saint
Thatís not a picture that your memory paints
Not renowned for my patience
Iím not renowned for my restraint
But youíre always around
You can always be found
To pick me up when Iím on the ground

If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me

Iím still recovering
Still getting over all the suffering
More known for my anger
Than for any other thing
But youíve always tried
To be by my side
And catch my fall when I start to slide

If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me

«Playing The Angel»
Precious

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My god what have we done to you?

We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought weíd managed
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldnít know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you

If god has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope itís your eyes heís seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought weíd managed
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your heart for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought weíd managed
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

«Playing The Angel»
Macrovision

Overflowing senses
Heightened awareness
I hear my blood flow
I feel its caress
Whispering cosmos
Talking right to me
Unlimited, endless
God breathing through me

See the microcosm
In macrovision
Our bodies moving
With pure precision
One universal
Celebration
One evolution
One creation

Thundering rhythm
Pounding within me
Driving me onwards
Forcing me to see
Clear and enlightening
Right there before me
Brilliantly shining
Intricate beauty

See the microcosm
In macrovision
Our bodies moving
With pure precision
One universal
Celebration
One evolution
One creation

«Playing The Angel»
I Want It All

I see a river
Itís oceans that I want
You have to give me everything
Everythingís not enough

Itís my desire
To give myself to you
Sometimes

Sometimes I try
Sometimes I lie, with you
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I die, itís true
Somewhere I find
Something thatís kind

And Iíve crossed the line again
A line I drew in sand
Still you give me everything
And everythingís not enough

Iím ready but not willing
To give myself to you
Sometimes

Sometimes I try
Sometimes I lie, with you
Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I die, itís true
Somewhere I find
Something thatís kind

Come on over
Lay down beside me
And Iíll try
Come on over
Lay down beside me
And Iíll try
And Iíll try

I want it all

«Playing The Angel»
Nothing's Impossible

Just give me a reason, some kind of sign
Iíll need a miracle to help me this time
I heard what you said, and I feel the same
I know in my heart that Iíll have to change

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothingís impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothingís impossible

How did we get to be this far apart?
How did we get to be this far apart?
I want to be with you, something to share
I want to be near you, sometimes I care

Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothingís impossible
I still believe in love at first sight
Nothingís impossible
Even the stars look brighter tonight
Nothingís impossible
If you believe in love at first sight
Nothingís impossible

I still believe in love at first sight
Nothingís impossible

«Playing The Angel»
Damaged People

Weíre damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of

When youíre in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretense
And youíre crying
When youíre by my side
There is no defense
I forget to sense
Iím dying

Weíre damaged people
Praying for something
That doesnít come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us

When I feel the warmth
Of your very soul
I forget Iím cold
And crying
When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget Iím old
And dying

«Playing The Angel»
Lillian

Oh, Lillian
Look what youíve done
Youíve stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun

Oh, Lillian
Iím a poor manís son
And precious jewels
Werenít found in schools
Where I came from

Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you canít lose what you havenít got

Oh, Lillian
I should have run
I should have known
Each dress you own
Is a loaded gun

Oh, Lillian

Oh, Lillian
I need protection
I hear your voice
And any choice I had is gone

Oh, Lillian
Once I begun
I couldnít stop
Ďtil every drop of blood was sung

Pain and misery always hit the spot
Knowing you canít lose what you havenít got

Oh, Lillian
Look what youíve done
You stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun

Oh, Lillian
Oh, Lillian
Oh, Lillian
Oh, Lillian

«Playing The Angel»
The Darkest Star

Oh you sad one
Playing the angel
Isnít so easy where youíre from

Oh you wild one
Devilís companion
You wonít stay satisfied for long

I donít want you to change
Anything you do

I donít want you to be
Something else for me

Oh you dark one
Eternal outsider
Caught in the spiderís web youíve spun

Oh you blind one
Gentle and kind one
Seeing the world as a loaded gun

I donít want you to change
Anything you do

I donít want you to be
Someone else for me

Stay as you are
The darkest star

Shining for me
Majestically

«Playing The Angel»
Free

I will never be free
I shall never be released
From the chains that bind me
They torture and blind me
And keep me from peace

Oh, what heartache
Oh, what heartbreak
Following me
Calling to me

I will never be free
I shall never be released
From the chains that bind me
They torture and blind me
And keep me from peace

I will never be free
I will never be laid to rest
Sisters and brothers
I'll never recover
From this tenderness

See what love breaks
Hear what love sings
Sad melodies
Enticing me

I will never be free
I shall never be released
From the chains that bind me
They torture and blind me
And keep me from peace

I will never be free
I will never be laid to rest
Sisters and brothers
I'll never recover
From this tenderness

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