a white dove flutters, a willow's weeping
"a schoolboy's sleeping," the white girl utters
my guardian angel is in the flowers
i hear her laughing, she hoots for hours

i dine with sheila, the champagne glistens
a madman's watching but she still listens
when sheila dances she lights on fire
and through the laughter she melts like butter

a drunk man stumbles, the pink moon's rising
his concentration is hypnotizing
the world is merely a book of matches
he wants her spirit, he wants her ashes

i dance with sheila, the heads keep turning
she feels his presence, I feel her burning
when sheila dances she lights on fire
and through the laughter she melts like butter

a preacher wonders "am I a savior?"
the schoolboy questions the hell he's under
her mother's praying, she wants an answer
can you still hear me? she's gone forever

my guardian angel, am I a flower?
was sheila's burning her finest hour?
when sheila dances she lights on fire
and through the laughter she melts like butter