The Sliding Floor - Bruford

First time I met Angel

Up on the bridge of an ocean-going liner

She was virtue, vice and (…)

Can’t give her up now for all the tea in China

Here comes a knock on my door

Angel face with teeth like a tiger’s claw

Morning comes she’ll soon be back begging for more

Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor

No use asking me why

Some people snicker like a downtown Bowery wino

If experts, preachers, mystics can’t find the answer

Then how the hell should I know?

Lost in a world breaking apart

Angel shines her mystery light into the dark

She’s not wasting blame on the rich or the poor

Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor

Lost in a world breaking apart

Angel shines her mystery light into the dark

She’s not wasting blame on the rich or the poor

Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor