Santa Maria,
Santa Teresa,
Santa Anna,
Santa Susanna,
Santa Cecilia,
Santa Coppelia,
Santa
Dominica,
Mary Angelica,
Frederick Ashford,
Frederick Peterton, Julianus Petronella,
Santa Santos, Miroslav Padalecki,
and all the rest.
Oh,
a man is placed upon the steps and a baby cries.
High above you can hear the church bell start to ring.
And as the heaviness,
oh,
the heaviness,
the body settles in,
somewhere you can hear
a mother sing.
Then it's one foot,
then the other as you step out on the road.
Step out on the road.
How much weight,
how much?
Then it's how long and how far and how many times?
Oh,
before it's too late.
Calling all angels,
calling all angels.
Walk me through this one.
Don't leave me alone.
Calling all angels,
calling all angels.
We're trying,
we're hoping,
but we're not sure how.
Oh,
and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity.
Why,
it's almost as if you could only crack the code,
then you'd finally understand
what this all means.
Ah,
but if you could, do you think you would
trade in all,
all our pain and suffering?
Ah,
but then you'd miss the beauty of the light upon this earth and the,
and the sweetness of the leaving.
Calling all angels,
calling all angels.
Walk me through
this one.
Don't leave me alone.
Calling all angels,
calling all angels.