Pretty Little Angels

Lyrics

Pretty Little Angels
Pretty Little Angels

pretty little angels in the devils lights burning
glass eyes glowing out on the street while nervous
walk past, please, want is all wordless
turning into choices, its a service, Im not worthless
the lights only frame you but they dont get to name you
dont mistake the altar for the angel
or mistake the price for what my worth is

look past lace in the window and rain on the stone
Im a saint on the throne in a world of my own
and every one thinks that the moment is theirs
but Im something beyond what these lights allow me to share

Pretty Little Angels

make me the story they keep telling
sin in the city, the shame they keep selling
a soft little scandal that they whisper through drinks
why does that disappear as soon as the bulb blinks
I come with a name but the night doesnt want it
a laugh I keep somewhere this street never catches
my whole life folded in the back of my coat
under velvet and perfume and a lump in my throat

Pretty Little Angels

pretty little angels in the devils lights burning
glass eyes glowing out on the street while nervous
walk past, please, want is all wordless
turning into choices, its a service, Im not worthless
the lights only frame you but they dont get to name you
dont mistake the altar for the angel
or mistake the price for what my worth is

and I can be beautiful without being used for fun
paid for my time without being owed to anyone
stand in the flame, without turning to smoke
smile through the glass, still a girl that I know
come close with your pity in pieces
dress me up as some sad little secret
but dont call me lost because I wont leave
some cages have keys that you dont see

Pretty Little Angels

pretty little angels in the devils lights burning
glass eyes glowing out on the street while nervous
walk past, please, want is all wordless
turning into choices, its a service, Im not worthless
the lights only frame you but they dont get to name you
dont mistake the altar for the angel
or mistake the price for what my worth is

these lights fall like a crown on my shoulders
the canal runs black as the water gets colder
I can hold my shape while the street stares
half woman, half myth, but the myth aint theirs

Pretty Little Angels

pretty little angels in the devils lights burning
glass eyes glowing out on the street while nervous
walk past, please, want is all wordless
turning into choices, its a service, Im not worthless
the lights only frame you but they dont get to name you
dont mistake the altar for the angel
or mistake the price for what my worth is

pretty little angels in the devils lights burning
in the devils lights burning
Pretty Little Angels



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