A plain song brought you to your knees And kind of chained you to a car in disbelief And you are an angel, aren't you? Confusion rode in on the sea You know all the words But you won't repeat them to me And you are an angel, aren't you? But you are an angel, aren't you? A plain tree is pollard in the Sun And all the green is gone A shocked gull, a shrill scream, a slaughter A jut-vice beak plucks it's life Still you'll sing easter And blood shocks from a finger From the pore It loosens the black in a plain song But it's sung by you