At last we meet again dear God.
Hear the angels sing.
The funerals are nicer when we know you're there,
When the angels sing.
Sometimes I try so hard,
To understand the things you do.
Who am I to question you,
When it all comes down?
Stand up strong, feel the pain!
When the angels sing.
Love and death don't mean a thing,
'Til the angels sing
^?Verse 2:(Same Pattern as 1)