Angel At My Table - The Frames

There’s an angel at my table

And she’s broke her wings

She’s packed her things

She said I’m the only one she’ll turn to

But there’s a devil on my shoulder

And he’s telling me she’s so beautiful

And I should go up there and hold her

She’s looking on

And how can I stay here

It wouldn’t be what she wants

And I’m trying to break it easy

But she’s pleading with me

Will you be my anchor

When there is no one around to hold me down

Will you be my anchor

I know you’re not the answer

There’s an angel at my table

And she’s blessed the breeze

That blows in between her and everything

She’s left in that haven

And I wish she’d call

'Cause that devil’s on my shoulder

And he’s pulling me down

And I’m trying to keep a balance

But she’s begging me

Will you be my anchor

When there is no one around to hold me down

Will you be my anchor

I know you’re not the answer

There’s an angel at my table

She said I’m the only one she’ll turn to