Angel
Eirik Glambek Bøe / Erlend Øye
Evidence, item number one
Was the quietude she didn't choose
Speechless in the face of my suspicion
Where did all the words go? To where the wind blows
Angel, she's an angel
Though, she might be, I should have put it
Angel, no doubt an angel
Though she might be just slightly promiscuous
Evidence, item number two
She looked away, in no good way
She broke free from the chains of freedom
And got hurt in a planned accident
Angel, she's an angel
Though, she might be, or did I put it?
Angel, no doubt an angel
Though she might be just slightly promiscuous