It sure don't seem like a holiday today
This background coat's uncomfortable
You know it's sort of quiet here
Sometimes I feel like a conversation ghost

Last night I walked into the same sore rut
Monroe angel may I have this dance
It's not that complicated, it's just romance
I soak too long in your memory

Well the air is just too thick and shy
I make believe my words are swift
From my pen false holiness
I make believe my words are swift

So Monroe angel may I have this dance
I'll be your halo if you give me time
And you can wear me wherever you go
'Til then I'm drenched inside your wine

When a shout or scream from distant floor
Is paralyzed by a slamming door
Well you'll probably never know
That some write songs about you all alone

Halo, I'll be your halo