Versuri Angel

The voice on the telephone sounds awful angry 
And somehow it doesn't fit in 
With the face in the picture I keep on my dresser 
Of the girl I once called my best friend 
 
We drank from the fountain of good times and dreamin' 
But these lawyers have poisoned the well 
And as our love is dyin' they're makin' a killin' 
On heartaches and furniture sales 
 
And the line between evil and good disappears 
And now it's so hard to tell 
Am I shakin' a demon that's after my soul 
Or sendin' an angel to hell? 
 
Am I right or is she right or are we both wrong? 
Or is it even about that at all? 
As heaven is fadin' we're fightin' and fussin' 
And the devil's just havin' a ball 
 
And the line between evil and good disappears 
And now it's so hard to tell 
Am I shakin' a demon that's after my soul 
Or sendin' an angel to hell?