When the angels spoke to me
They left a buzzing in my ears
They turned me upside down - maybe put me back where I belong
Such a deafening sound

Are they angels or demons - the voices in the head
Light and darkness - must learn to difference

I was in the train - when they spoke my name
Strangely calm, soft, me
Sacred preciousness of awakenings
God gave us reason, but he gave us our heart
And learning to use both in our whole life's work

The angels talk to me, they make me sing and cry for your love
Questions and revelations popped into my brain -
afterwards I was not the same, in a way
I confuse symbols, I take them as facts
I forget they are the ink with which we enhance our lives
Goodbye Móstoles, I might say
Not without a tear on my eyes
Maybe we were never meant to stay
A hickey, a laughter, but it's broken

When the angels talked to me
they made a mess out of me
left me thinking
of the possibilities
Your love stings and leaves an itch
How to run away from your lips? From your sweet touch?
I just cannot scratch easily

When the world opened its jaws
I sat there, no music, sweet, calm
Storm in a teacup

Please don't go back to your spells
Your saving, binding spells
You've gone so far, and further you'll go
just hear what you are saying
hear everything around