Stuck in the middle

 

An angel on a rose stem

A demon on a weed

 

Repeating his love

his effection from below

her beauti from above

 

He burns with the grabing

flames. while he wallows in shame

when all he can say is the angels name

 

While she sit's in the light

with a heavenly smile that's just as bright

aas the demon is just out of sight

 

and if the rain stops and everything is dry

she would cry just so that he could drink the tears from her eyes

 

An impossible that never can be

put face to face

but neither can see

 

The demon can't fly

and the angle can't die

both wondering why

 

A forbidin love

and nothing is well

a mach made in heaven

said the fire's in hell