Woke up lying in her garden bed,
The sun came up behind her head,
I touched her hair, then brushed it back.

Oh, angels must smile like that.

She's a picture of the world to come,
A beautiful and holy one,
I rest my head against her lap.

Ahh, angels must smile like that.

Was she flesh and blood, breathing in the juniper and the jasmine'
When the night fell, was that stardust in her eyes and moonlight glistening on her skin'

Skin like porcelain,
Skin like porcelain.

Love and mercy graced the prayer she'd said, that pulled me from the riverbed,
Body heat flowed, brought me back.

Oh, angels must smile like that,
Angels must smile like that,
Angels must smile like that.