Born in an angel I hear that voice saying I don't need you tonight Stuck in the trees I can see the wind in your hair You're holding onto me And I wish I could be with you If you close your eyes for long enough you may turn into You may turn into an angel An angel from the bottle you stole We burnt that paper to death The field is open behind the trees Lying down without me It makes me feel like a mess It makes me feel like a mess It makes me feel like a mess Will you clean it up for me Will you clean it up for me Will you clean it up for me Will you clean it up for me