The angels dance like feathers float,
they're here to see and to be seen,
the clock strikes two, the music slows
and each one slowly dons their wings,
once outside they all pair off and hand in hand they leave
but I'm still waiting, yeah,
and I'm still waiting
they're here to see and to be seen,
the clock strikes two, the music slows
and each one slowly dons their wings,
once outside they all pair off and hand in hand they leave
but I'm still waiting, yeah,
and I'm still waiting
