| (Chris) |
| This bed feels so cold, feels so wrong, |
| Feels like a coffin made for two. |
| And I can't take this no more, |
| Just killing time until I die. |
| Jackie, is it my birthday, or am I dying? |
| |
| (Sinead) |
| Do you ever feel like you're posing, posing as an angel? |
| Do you ever, do you ever, |
| Do you ever feel like you're posing as an angel? |
| Posing as an angel? |
| |
| (Chris) |
| Everyday I see the morning come on in |
| The same old way, and I choke on what I need to say. |
| I polish my shoes and hope that you don't see where I've been. |
| Jackie, is it my birthday, or am I dying? |
| |
| (Sinead) |
| Do you ever feel like you're posing, posing as an angel? |
| Do you ever, do you ever, |
| Do you ever feel like you're posing as an angel? |
| |
| (Chris and Sinead) |
| Do you ever feel like you're posing, posing as an angel? |
| Do you ever, do you ever, |
| Do you ever feel like you're posing as an angel? |
| |
| [talking] |
| |
| (Chris) |
| Jackie, is it my birthday, or am I dying? |
| |
| (Sinead) |
| Do you ever feel like you're posing, posing as an angel? |
| Do you ever, do you ever, |
| Do you ever feel like you're posing as an angel? |
| |
| (Chris) |
| This bed feels so cold, feels so wrong, |
| Feels like a coffin made for two. |
| |
| (Chris and Sinead) |
| Jackie, is it my birthday? |
| Jackie, is it my birthday? |
| Jackie, is it my birthday? |
| Jackie, is it my birthday? |
| Jackie, is it my birthday? |
| Jackie, is it my birthday? |
| Jackie, is it my birthday? |
| |
| (Chris) |
| Jackie, is it my birthday? |
