There'll be no strings to bind your hands not if my love can't bind your heart.
And there's no need to take a stand for it was I who chose to start.
I see no need to take me home, I'm old enough to face the dawn.
Just call me angel of the morning an-gel
just touch my cheek before you leave me, ba-by.
Just call me angel of the morning an-gel
then slowly turn away from me.
Maybe the sun's light will be dim and it won't matter anyhow.