Who's there?
The Angel of Reconciliation came knocking at my door
She said, We can't go on not meeting like this any more
The neighbours are beginning to ask:
Are you two in love or are you two at war?
And in her palms she cradled
a ball of flickering blue flame
and with angelic tears in her voice
she whispered my secret, holy name
The Angel of Reconciliation came knocking at my door
She said, We can't go on not meeting like this any more
The neighbours are beginning to ask:
Are you two in love or are you two at war?
And in her palms she cradled
a ball of flickering blue flame
and with angelic tears in her voice
she whispered my secret, holy name