She was the only one
Of my flesh and blood
Now I have no calling
I can do no worldly good
I sit silent, I sit mourning
I sit listless all the day
Mostly lost the voice to speak
And any words to say except:
Does heaven have enough angels yet?
I've gone hard and I've gone cold
I can't make the pieces of this cracked life fit
Please forgive me for wanting to know:
Does heaven have enough angels yet?
Together, oh, together
No, there'll be no more of that
I would not dare for myself to ask:
Does heaven have enough angels yet?
She was the only one
Of my own flesh and blood
Sometimes I hear her calling
Straight from the house of god