There she was, dressed like an angel
Her black leather wings hung by her side
Her face was lit up so brightly
With the devil of a crooked mouth of a smile
She drove a low-slung crimson chariot
Three hundred horses screamed out her name
Didn’t know if should open that door yet
But that tuck-and-roll bucket seat sure glitters in the rain
Beckoned to slide into the empty seat
Came in close to feel her body heat
Called the horses into play, felt the lights begin to sway
While the wind slapped the raindrops from our face
There she was, dressed like an angel
Her black leather wings hung by her side
Her face was lit up so brightly
With the devil of a crooked mouth of a smile
Fingers locked in tight to the bones of her hand
Felt like they might turn into sand
Shadows stretched out behind like they wanted to escape
As the horses made their way to the edge of the gate
Rain cracked the thunder, hit the bridge with a shudder
Flipped the reins, lost the wheel, took a sudden twist under
Things got real slow as we spun into the cold
Flames tore from the flesh from our bones
Yet, there she was, dressed like an angel
Her black leather wings hung by her side
Her face was lit up but darkly
With the devil of a crooked mouth of a smile
Her face was lit up but darkly
With the devil of a crooked mouth of a smile