In all the pictures that I've seen of how angels are supposed to be
There's an aura, kind of emanating light
Suggesting perfection that may very well be true
They can't hold a halo to you Their role as protector is what God made 'em for
And I take comfort in knowing they're around
I don't mean to sound ungrateful or diminish what they do
But they can't hold a halo to you By their very nature they must be Heaven sent
Here to work their miracles, to wonder and to bless
I pray the Lord, "Forgive me" 'cause when you touched me
That's when I knew that they can't hold a halo to you I pray the Lord, "Forgive me" 'cause when you touched me
That's when I knew that they can't hold a halo to you
No, they can't hold a halo to you