Angel Lyrics by Brandon Flowers
Angel took the cross hanging ’round his neck
And pressed it against his lips
He’s batting over .500 this year
And there’s talk of scouts making trips
There’s a girl who just moved in down the street
From deeper in the southwest
His uncles all warned him about messing with white girls
But he always liked them the best
There’s some things you can’t outrun
It don’t matter how far you come
Or how well you ran the race
You’re gonna have to come face to face
With the thing that you’ve always known to be true
That you buried inside of you
Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf
Some are hard wired for something else
Chocolate and vanilla swirls, there’s gonna be a little girl
And nothing anyone can say
Could stop her from taking your name in the backyard that day
But in a six-month deployment
An awful lot can change in you
She gets quiet, the distance cuts you in two
When you came home with cold blood to a dream that came true
Man, you fed the wrong fire
Put ’em in the rear view
But there’s some things you can’t outrun
It don’t matter how far you’ve come
Or how well you ran the race
You’re gonna have to come face to face
With the thing that you’ve always known to be true
That you buried inside of you
Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf
Some are hard wired for something else
Angel’s little cousin moves black tar and speed from Tucson up to Salt Lake
It pays a whole lot more than the Navy
Night fell on blood cousins north of the hills
Where greasewood and lavender bloom
It rested on the fields like a memory of their mothers’ perfume
They kept it in the tires
Ten and two on the wheel
Discrete
Angel sat with the .45 under the seat
Sirens and lights rose like a ghost from the street
And when they slowed on the shoulder
Angel prayed with his feet
But there’s some things you can’t outrun
It don’t matter how far you’ve come
Or how well you ran the race
You’re gonna have to come face to face
With the thing that you’ve always known to be true
That you buried inside of you
Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf
Some are hard wired for something else
