| ["It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality." |
| -- Virginia Woolf] |
| 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 highwire |
| '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 |