As they put me to sleep
The last image I see
Is the face of an angel
Who\'s winking at me
There\'s no wings or preened feathers
No halo has she
Though her eyes burned the fear from my heart
Slipping into yon darkness
Where lives can get lost
All the i\'s have been dotted
And all the t\'s crossed
On the verge of a coma
The coin\'s been tossed
In the void her eyes massage my heart
Surgical sharp\'s the scalpel
Patrolling my skin
Opened up like emergency
Soup in a tin
When my insides are outside
My old safety pin
Tacks the look in her eyes to my heart