Mechanical Angel - Sunday Driver

Some people bottle their lives

Whisper their words

Sharpening their knives

In sorrow bound by her keep

Feeling my way

Who is ever really free?

One word, so clear

Now it’s all that I want to hear

Come show your face

Oh mechanical angel

Inside this wearing machine

Ten thousand lies

And nothing to be seen

Cold hands are turning the wheel

Spin me a name

All I ever really feel

One voice, so clear

Now it’s all that I want to hear

Come show your face

Oh mechanical angel

One word, one voice

So clear

Now it’s all that I want to hear

Come show your face

My invisible angel