Oh Lord, where are the angels of the murderers? Oh Lord, were their manners intended for the love of grief? Oh, we don't know Oh Love, where are the voices of the troubled minds? Oh Love, were their manners intended for the love of crime? Oh, we don't know You heard the frown of the highway It took all of your fear to give me back away Yes, you gave me everything And I gave you all the love Yet, you threw me aside Where in the world can I find myself another angel? Oh where in the world, I ask myself in hopes of answer We don't know --- .