Lyrics Angel - David Harley

Tell me something that troubles me:
When you look at me, what do you see
To take a chance on a three-time loser like me

You talk of trusting and sometimes I do
But what makes an angel like you
Waste time on a broken-down hero like me

I can't believe you'd want to keep going bail
For a shop-soiled knight errant with trouble on his trail

It makes no sense that you'd want to keep going bail
For an ex-crusader with a hellhound on this tail

Anyway when I see you again
I'll be praying just the same
That you still have time for a three-time loser like me