My mother moved the furniture
When she no longer moved the man
We thought nothing of it at the time
She painted walls, painted smiles
Checked herself in the mirror one more time
Then yoked her heart to a whim
But the history of desire is such
That just one word, just one touch
Could send it reeling
She passed, go again and again
Never collected her two hundred
Or landed on the purple with the Jones
She wanted to be a different person
She sat down, finally
And he walked away, he walked away
She listened to the angel, she said to flatter
She said to coo, she said it won't matter
I thought I was by myself
But I cannot kill the angel in the house
Even in my wildest heart
I cannot kill the angel in the house
The angel in the house, the angel in the house
You hang on to the pieces of the game
That don't talk back, don't sneak around
Movable objects, but, where were we?
Don't let anything happen
We're back to the wheel
Back to fire, onto the high wire
'Cause she listened to the angel, she said to flatter
She said to coo, she said it won't matter
I thought I was by myself
But I cannot kill the angel in the house
Even in my wildest heart
I cannot kill the angel in the house
The angel in the house, the angel in the house
The angel in the house, the angel in the house
The angel in the house, the angel in the house