Little white angels, little white pills*

Free her from freedom and the burden of will

Wash clean the sparrows that lie dead on her sill

And watch them all come alive in the end

Last call, the curtain falls

The light's still melting in her eyes

The talking photos on the wall

Those other souls so loosely tied

Then the ceiling sings to her

Then it opens up to her

The angels dangle from the fan to comb her hair

Then they open up her dress

And draw the sadness from her chest

She only needs them when they're there

Yes please, the things we need

The same things that choke us in the end

A breath of peace from breathless dreams

And so it seems she'll suffer them again

The feathers fall and fill her bed

The whispers call and fill her head

The angels strangle her with kisses from above

They tie their wings around her hands

They promise her she'll come with them

She calls it surrendering to love