Standing in a field flying my kite 
the string slips out of my hand 
the kite, it drops out of control 
tangled and trapped on the telephone wire 
please help me, don't walk right by 
the angel's wings are trapped in telephone wires 
and nobody cares, they go out of their way 
standing on the street watching the day 
a car stops in front of me 
a gun, I drop out of control 
I feel my blood, seeps warm out of me