You could see her then, will you see her again? She leaves a trail but fades from view She needs us all to see right through her You could reach her then, will you reach her again? She's falling and it's hard to grasp Before and after photographs, and in her Bare branches, she withers without cover Her winter disposition brings on the Angel Mother Here's a worthless girl, so she feels in her world Smothered under everything She needs an angel with an empty wing to... ...Lift her 'till the cold has left her bones, then hold her up so she can feel the sun Cast a shadow that she will not run from In her bare branches, she withers without cover Her winter disposition brings on the Angel Mother Her bare branches, she withers without cover Her winter disposition brings on the Angel Mother