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'll 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

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's left in that haven