Well come tell me your story   I'll tell you mine   Sunday morning Communion   Standing in a line   Feeling like a cannibal   Eating flesh and drinking blood   Diguised as wine      I know someday we're gonna see   Wings spring out from your shoulders   What kind of being are you?      For there are moments upon moments   Upon moments   When you hardly seem to walk the earth   And I realize I've spent my whole life searching   Searching for an angel   For an angel (you're an angel)      So come tell me your story   I'll tell you all   Looking at Rococco statues   And paintings on the wall   Sitting up there high and mighty   Was this Eden was this hell?   I had to know