Play me a symphony, my darling
Strings and brass move for you
Your heart stay open to whoever's holding
Death he calls and begs for you

And if your luck begins to change
Got plenty of time to change your ways
Change your ways, change your ways

Where will you go when the curtains close?
Lights come up as you arrive
Follow the voice that seems to guide you home
Death he pleads, begs for you
Begging for you

And if your luck begins to change
Got plenty of time to change your ways
Change your ways, change your ways

I lay here broken on the floor
Never bother you no more
Turning cold yeah
Is my angel holding?
As my spirit starts to rise
Colors slipping from my eyes
Gotta know is my angel holding?

I lay here broken on the floor
Never bother you no more
Turning cold yeah
Is my angel holding?
As my spirit starts to rise
Colors slipping from my eyes
Gotta know is my angel holding?