If God Could Make The Angels Songtext / Lyric

So many songs about angels

It seems God makes 'em with his hands

So I guess this mess of falling angels

Must fit his immortal plans

How every flower should open

How every crippled bird should fly

And a cry of love from the deepest darkest oceans

Flies up through his brightest broken skies



I can't point no fingers

You can't do nothing more to me

See here's my broken hammer

(Can't play my A flat)

But I'm still playin' in that key






And in the holy saint's asylum

There's this patron for lost souls

Who've perjured grail for money

Mammon's kingdom and his power

All is painted glory

Oh yeah glory holds a key



But here's this broken hammer (can't fix this old piano)

Seems sometimes you can't get enough of me

. . . hurting

As the hammer hits the key



But if God could make them angels

With only mud and dust and sand

Making blood from living water

Man, I think I'd understand



He'd be in every flower that opens

He'd be the first new breath of spring

In the bird song high in the skies sailing clear across the oceans

Some hear his voice in every bell that rings



They say it's God who made the angels

From infinity and sand

But if Heaven made the angels

Who in hell made man?

If God could make angels

If God could make angels...

... Why in hell make man?