Angel At My Table

The Frames

There's an angel at my table

And she's broke her wings

She's packed her things

She said I'm

The only one she'd turn to



But there's a devil on my shoulder

And he's telling me she's so beautiful

And I should go up there and hold her

And she's looking on

And how can I stay here

It wouldn't be what she wants

And I'm trying to break it easy

But she's pleading with me



Will you be my anchor

When there is no one around to hold me down

Will you be my anchor

I know you're not the answer



There's an angel at my table

And she's blessed the breeze

That blows in-between her and everything

She left in that haven



And I wish you'd go on

'Cause that devil's on my shoulder

And he's pulling me down

And I'm trying to keep a balance

But she's begging me



Will you be my anchor

When there is no one around to hold me down

Will you be my anchor

I know you're not the answer



(There's an angel at my table)

(She said I'm the only one she'd turn to)