there s an angel on a ribbon hanging from the armoire door there s a cupid with his feet crossed on the bird cage by the door there s a baby angel drummer his eyes are open wide and two more tiny cherubs on the mantle side by side too many angels have seen me crying too many angels have heard you lying there are photographs of children all in their silver frames on the window sills and tabletops lit by candle flames and upon their angel faces life s expectations climb where the moment has preserved them from the ravages of time too many angels have seen me crying too many angels have heard you lying bring the morning on i want to step out in the morning sun i want this darkness gone these apparitions coming one by one but there s no end in sight only the dead of night and too many angels  too many angels have seen me crying too many angels have heard you lying too many angels bring the morning on i want to step out in the morning sun i want to greet the dawn forget about the things we could have done bring the morning on i wanna watch the children as they run i want this darkness gone these apparitions coming one by one but there s no end in sight only the dead of night and too many angels too many angels too many angels