Nobody else here to blame No one to quench the anger It's just you and me and the rain Nobody made the delay No one put words in my mouth No one here taking orders When love took a train heading south It's the blind leading the blind It's the stuff, it's the stuff the country sends If God will send his angels And if God will send a sign And if God will send his angels Will everything be alright? God's got his phone off in the bay Would he even pick up if he could? It's been a while since we saw that child Hanging round this neighbourhood To see his mother dealing with the way To see Father Christmas with a begging bowl Jesus' sister's eyes are a blister The high street never looked so low It's the blind leading the blind It's the cops directing for the cops If God will send his angels And if God will send a sign And if God will send his angels Will that make it alright? So where do we go? Jesus never let me down You know Jesus used to show me the score Then they put Jesus in show business Now it's hard to get in the door It's the stuff, it's the stuff the country sounds But I guess there's something to go on So where is the hope? And where is the faith? And the love? What's that you said to Victor's love? Light up your Christmas tree The next minute you're blowing a fuse And the cartoon network turns into the news If God will send his angels I sure could use them here right now Well if God will send his angels And I don't have to know how And I don't need to know why And I don't wanna promise Cause I don't wanna lie Just know that I need you tonight So I'm so down by your door So I'm so down by your door So I'm so down by your door