Lyrics Angel

The voice on the telephone sounds awful angry
and somehow it doesnt fit in
The face in the picture I keep on my dresser
of the girl I once called my best friend

We drank from the fountain of good times and dreaming
but these lawyers have poisoned the well
and as are love is dyin they're makin a killin
off of heartache and furniture sales

And the line between evil and good disapear
and now its so hard to tell
am I shakin a demon thats after my soul
or sendin an angel to hell

Am I right or is she right or are we both wrong
or is it even about that at all
as heaven is fadin were fightin and fusin
and the devils just havin a ball

And the line between evil and good disapear
and now its so hard to tell
am I shakin a demon thats after my soul
or sendin an angel to hell