Wrestling With Angels Songtext
von Gino Vannelli

I wrestled with an angel of darkness called Despair
He claimed that he was the answer to my prayers
He tried to bring me ′round to his general school of thought
He claimed if I chose, I could end
All my woes forever in a single shot
Well, he damn near won me over
But my trigger finger froze
Soon a battle of wits became a mortal exchange of blows
Right before the lights went out, he pressed his whiskers to my ear
Then he spat and he cursed and he whispered these words
With a snarl and a snigger and a sneer


He said, "Give it up, son
You know you never can win
The world is a burning house
It's always something
Get your gun, son
Kiss all your sorrows bye-bye
Bang and you′ll be flying
Like a bird up in the sky"

Came a-tapping on my shoulder
'Twas an angel of light called Hope
She said, "Hey, little boy blue
Please let an old friend throw you a rope
Sure, it's dark, cold and windy
And the Heavens ain′t no great chance
But weather-wise, you just might be surprised
What a difference a day makes"

She said, "Don′t give up, son
It's true you can′t always win
The world is a burning house
It's always something (There′s always something)
Hide your gun, son
One to the head won't do you right
Come on and I′ll bet you'll see things
In a whole different light"

She said
Whole different light