Little white angels, little white pills* Free her from freedom and the burden of will Wash clean the sparrows that lie dead on her sill And watch them all come alive in the end Last call, the curtain falls The light's still melting in her eyes The talking photos on the wall Those other souls so loosely tied Then the ceiling sings to her Then it opens up to her The angels dangle from the fan to comb her hair Then they open up her dress And draw the sadness from her chest She only needs them when they're there Yes please, the things we need The same things that choke us in the end A breath of peace from breathless dreams And so it seems she'll suffer them again The feathers fall and fill her bed The whispers call and fill her head The angels strangle her with kisses from above They tie their wings around her hands They promise her she'll come with them She calls it surrendering to love