There's an angel by your hospital bed desparate to hear his name on your breath As he looks down you're not making a sound Open your eyes and look at me I'll bring to you whatever you need I'll tell you I'm sorry that I can't take this pain away from you I'd put it on my own body if I knew how to, can't you see? I've got to bust you out of here somehow I've never seen your heart this tired I've never seen your spirit held down I know that you say, "this is what you get for being a bad child." But I know this will be your reward in just a little while It's testing the strong ones It's scarring the beautiful ones It's holding the loved ones one last time More from Stewart Copeland