Hmm, hmm, hmm I watch the work of my kin, bold and boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them, the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youth Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Lurched like a stranger, the arms that were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me With her sweet and brave and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death in the walking scene With her straw-blond hair, her unhardened lean She's the angel of small death in the walking scene Feeling more human being hunged on her flesh I lay my heart down with her wrestler of feet Fetched from the fields of meader and fertile It's bloody and raw but I swear it is sweet With her sweet and brave and her tongue so mean She's the angel of small death in the walking scene With her straw-blond hair, her unhardened lean She's the angel of small death in the walking scene You Reece-less confusion I wonder the concrete Wonder if better now having survived Jarring of judgement and reasons to feed the sweet heat of her breath In my mouth I'm alive with love Sweet and rare and pure, not so mean She's the angel of small death and love Holding steel with love, strong on hand But too far to leave She's the angel of small death and love Holding steel with love, sweet and rare and pure Not so mean, she's the angel of small death and love Holding steel with love, strong on hand But too far to leave She's the angel of small death and love Holding steel with love