Saturday Felt Like October
Red On The Ground, Blue In The Sky
We Are On Fire For The Wrong Reasons
Fists In My Hands, Tears In My Eyes

But I Should Be Off Somewhere Feeding The Angels
Who Will Take Care Of Them While I'm Away
It's Not That They Can't Live Without Me
I Know That, But They Seem To Appreciate It
When I Stay...

I Don't Cry Very Easy
Truth Be Told, I Don't, I Don't Bruise At All
It's Not That My Skin Isn't Fragile
Sometimes I Do, I Do Hit The Wall

Tell Him I'm Off Somewhere Feeding The Angels
The Angels Still Love Me Even When I Am Bad
And My Shame Is Like Coal And
They're Making Him Diamonds
I Don't Make Them Cry Out,
And I Don't Make Them Feel Sad...

Saturday Felt Like A Threshold
I Walked Through Now,
And Now I Can't Turn Around

I Should Be Off Somewhere Feeding The Angels
The Angels Still Love Me Even When I Am Bad
And My Shame Is Like Coal And
They're Making Him Diamonds
I Don't Make Them Cry Out,
I Don't Make Them Feel Sad...

I Don't Make Them Feel Sad...