The angel calling

It's always like this -
Somebody puts some gunpowder into my brain,
Into my brain -
And then waits for the spark.
And I say to myself -
Come on now, do you really have to be that insane?
Be that insane -
Than off I go...

Suppose I was made of steel,
I'll find myself a magnet,
And I'll call it your name,
Call it your name
And then paint it bright
And you'll destroy me with light,
You'll burn me to cinders with your hands on my wheel -
Your hands on my wheel
And then off I'll go.

All in all - it's another step to heaven,
And in heaven it's easy to see -
It was the angel, that's calling me
It was the angel, and I just did what he said
It was the angel, and I'm satisfied
It was the angel, and I cried and I cried,
And I tried and I tried,
And I can't get you out of my head.