| 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 |