Heavenly Angel

I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold
Better get a grip on myself I'm told
I've grown bitterly, shamelessly
Indescribably cold

I dove well into my cups
And wrote you a note full of wonderful smut
The things I'd do to you for us will be

Heavenly, angel, heavenly, angel, heavenly, angel

And the A to Z sits like a bible on the dash
Of our van that must've once carried bread
Oh, my splitting head

In Cockermouth we heard the sound of one hand clapping
The other twenty-three were busy
Drinking and smoking away
Great clouds of grey

Heavenly angel, heavenly angel, heavenly angel

Well, I miss you
Every time I try and call
We're off to Carlisle
To steal a piece of Hadrian's Wall
From the Solway Firth
Stretching out to the North Sea
I miss you
My phone card says that's all from my
Heavenly angel, heavenly angel, heavenly angel

I'll miss my
Heavenly angel, heavenly angel, heavenly angel