Everyone Here Is Wrong

Last night I leveled with the angels
They were everywhere and there was nothing I could do
And it wasn’t their call. We entered the house greeted by a stranger
Who would soon replace ours.

And right away I knew I was entering
A place of uncertainty and disdain.
Why is father on the phone? Did he notice
Her withering hand
Or is it something she said?
Up this flight of stairs how dare
I enter this room and this house.

I descend into a room down the hall
My hands are shaking and I must
Reason with the angels.
They will understand; they will see the tears,
Tell everyone I can make them let her go Now it’s me I’ve got to let go.

And right away I knew I was entering
A place of uncertainty and disdain.
Why is father on the phone? Did he notice
Her withering hand
Or is it something she said?
Up this flight of stairs how dare
I enter this room and this house.…
She’s in heaven now; this house couldn’t work as a cage for an angel.
Now it’s me I’ve got to let go.

To a place of uncertainty and disdain.
Why is father on the phone? Did he notice
Her withering hand
Or is it something she said?
Up this flight of stairs how dare
I enter this room
On the phone
Did he notice
Her withering hand
Or is it something she said?
Up this flight of stairs how dare
I enter this room and this house