From the recording Late for May
An angel at the window, a lover sleep-talking, grief moving through the room like weather
Lyrics
As I lay sleeping
The rain came falling down
I heard scratching at the window
Haunting and profound
I saw a shadow of a figure
Hardly bigger than a child
Let me in let me in
Said the scratching once again
And then the face of sorrow
From a well deep inside
Spreading an infection
Spilling saline from her eyes
I tried to think of every single book
I ever knew
To find the words to say to her
Even angels get the blues
Even angels get the blues
I stared speechless
Unable to suspend
Disbelief in angels crying on my bed
Stranger still were whispers
From my lover in a sprawl
Sleep-talking in a language
That made no sense at all
And then she reached out for my hand
Led me through the bedroom door
Replaying adolescence
That I struggle to recall
She cried as I remembered
the father who withdrew
That day I found the words to say to him
Even angels get the blues
Even angels get the blues
Awake in the morning
Wondering and confused
Dusting off my bedclothes
I went searching for the news
Put an unread note
From my lover in my pocket
That I found nestled in my shoes
As I waited for caffeine
A breaking story in the press
Climate patterns changing
Storms approaching from the west
A claim no rain had fallen
For six months left me bemused
As I read the words upon the note she wrote
Even angels get the blues
Even angels get the blues
