Texty: Lita Ford. Black. War Of The Angels.

She runs through the streets so desperately young
Her eyes aflame and her mind undone
She aches for the songs that will never be sung
And the heroes so quickly forgotten

She sees a friend in the church yard light
Laughin' and jokin' and talkin' to the sky
Shots ring out and he hits the ground
He never opens his eyes and she cries

Heaven is closed to the angels below
Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow
God only knows what happens to love
When the innocence is gone
And the war of the angels has begun

The ghosts in her head have faces and names
They're soldiers and children, all one in the same
In the streets and the alleys, hear the battle cries sound
And the angels run for cover as the world comes tumbling down

All through the night the battle is fought
They can never win back the lives they've lost
Down on her knees, in the tear stained dawn
She just closes her eyes, whispers goodbye

Heaven is closed to the angels below
Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow
God only knows what happens to love
When the innocence is gone
And the war of the angels is never won

Another day in the neighborhood
Better dry your eyes and be off to school
She packs her lunch and her daddy's gun
Seems much too old to be so young

The battle begins the day that you're born
Into this world, so heartsick and war torn
Somebody better come and carry her away
Maybe this angel will live to fly again someday

Heaven is closed to the angels below
Streets of gold are now paved with sorrow
God only knows what happens to love
When the innocence is gone
And the war of the angels rages on
Rages on, oh, yeah, yeah