She talks to angelsthe black crowesshe never mentions the word addictionin certain company.yes, she'll tell you she's an orphanafter you meet her family.she paints her eyes as black as night now.she pulls those shades down tight.yeah, she gives me a smile when the pain comes.the pain gonna make everything alright.chorussays she talks to angels.they call her out by her name.oh yeah, she talks to angels.says they call her out by her name.she keeps a lock of hair in her pocket.she wears a cross around her neck.the hair is from a little boy,and the cross from someone she has not met, well, not yetchorusshe don't know no lover,none that i ever seen.yeah, to her that ain't nothingbut to me it means, means everything.she paints her eyes as black as night now.pulls those shades down tight.there's a smile when the pain comes.pain's gonna make everything alright.chorusfrom: "david garnsey" <garnsey@gateway.net>