Angel's Doorway - Suzanne Vega

Angel comes home

His clothes in a cloud

Of the dust and the dirt and destruction

She waits inside

She knows he’s arrived

She feels this with no introduction

At Angel’s door

You have to leave it on the floor

Don’t bring it in

He can’t show

What she doesn’t want to know

Those things he’s seen

She knows the smell

Of that life he can’t tell

Of the fires and the flesh and confusion

Inside his brain

It’s never the same

Though he tries to maintain the illusion

At Angel’s door

You have to leave it on the floor

Don’t bring it in

He can’t show

What she doesn’t want to know

Those things he’s seen

Angel comes home

His clothes in a cloud

Of the dust and the dirt and destruction