Do you know the feeling
Of you life before your eyes,
Crumbling as you go,
And nothing ever fits?

It's OK my darling, rest your head
Upon my lap, when you need comforting
I will be there. Like your
Guardian Angel.

I'm not a saviour, I never claimed to be.
Human vice, as Mother permits
Is my conviction.
Force my shield, and love my weakness.

It's OK my darling, rest your head
Upon my lap, when you need comforting
I will be there. Like your
Guardian Angel.

End of all hope, and a death bed awaits
Your silent slumber to begin.
I'm holding your hand and knowing
That this is my last goodbye.

It's OK my darling, rest your head
Upon my lap, when you need comforting
I will be there. Like your
Guardian Angel.