Saturday felt like October

Red on the ground, blue in the sky

We are on fire for the wrong reasons

Fists in my hands, tears in my eyes

But I should be off somewhere feeding the angels

Who will take care of them while I'm away

It's not that they can't live without me

I know that, but they seem to appreciate it

When I stay...

I don't cry very easy

Truth be told, I don't, I don't bruise at all

It's not that my skin isn't fragile

Sometimes I do, I do hit the wall

Tell him I'm off somewhere feeding the angels

The angels still love me even when I am bad

And my shame is like coal and

They're making him diamonds

I don't make them cry out,

And I don't make them feel sad...

Saturday felt like a threshold

I walked through now,

And now I can't turn around

I should be off somewhere feeding the angels

The angels still love me even when I am bad

And my shame is like coal and

They're making him diamonds

I don't make them cry out,

I don't make them feel sad...

I don't make them feel sad...