There's an angel on a ribbon

Hanging from the armoire door

There's a Cupid with his feet crossed

On the bird cage by the door

There's a baby angel drummer

His eyes are open wide

And two more tiny cherubs

On the mantle side by side

Too many angels

Have seen me crying

Too many angels

Have heard you lying

There are photographs of children

All in their silver frames

On the window sills and tabletops

Lit by candle flames

And upon their angel faces

Life's expectations climb

Where the moment has preserved them

From the ravages of time

Too many angels

Have seen me crying

Too many angels

Have heard you lying

Bring the morning on

I want to step out in the morning sun

I want this darkness gone

These apparitions coming one by one

But there's no end in sight

Only the dead of night

And too many angels

Too many angels

Have seen me crying

Too many angels

Voices sing of day

Through the flood of tears

Your sweet face appears

But there's no end in sight

Only the dead of night

And too many angels

== Jackson Browne - Too Many Angels ==