My Right A.R.M.

Don't be afraid of the dark, my love
What would old Hobbes do with this pure heart?
Where shadows inch like rising damp
Their seaweed fingers will us all to be wakeful
What a night for naming stars and parking cars
Sink into our cloud of down and sleep with me

Angel, Angel
Hold your head up high
In no way let God's kingdom pass you by
There's an open door and the lights are on
And all the goings-on, the shouting mouths have gone
Though why should I care anyway?
I'll see your sweet face every day and that's everything

A prayer that I may never find you there
Folded up in an empty room
Too tired to laugh at a voting moon

Angel, Angel
Hold your head up high
In no way let God's kingdom pass you by

Angel, Angel
Hold your head up high
In no way let God's kingdom pass you by