Angels all with dirty faces   Made to die here on the street   Tear apart her holy fountain   Take away her will to live   Staring at the faded picture   All her dead friends' pretty faces   She's waiting for the answer   It's getting later, it's getting later      She's like movement   From ashes to shadow   We take our wounds from angels   Ashes to shadow      Give her fire and give her water   Burn it in a silver spoon   Still waiting for the answer   Forty pounds for a bag of gold   She plays with this great addiction   Praying for an overdose   Paralyzed and falling out   If she breaks it could break us all      She's like movement   From ashes to shadow   We take our wounds from angels   Ashes to shadow   We are moving   From ashes to shadow   She takes her wounds from angels   Ashes to shadow      Angels all with dirty faces   Made to die here on the street   Tear apart her holy fountain   Take away her will to live   She plays with this great addiction   Praying for an overdose   Paralyzed and falling out   If she breaks it could break us all      She's like movement   From ashes to shadow   We take our wounds from angels   Ashes to shadow   We are moving   From ashes to shadow   She takes her wounds from angels   Ashes to shadow