Sadie

Dust covered angel Sleeping on the table I've been writing down Every word You said to me 'Cause I like the way they look Bad year for me And the roses So I hung them up Like a trophy kill I'm gonna wake up Worried about Sadie 'Cause winter is almost here Don't take your angels to Heaven 'Cause Lord knows we'll need them here It was on a glad morning when you flew away Flashing lights in tornadoes Spun hazard around the room