| Oh, it’s so hard to find the pleasure |
| In the simple things I do |
| But when I’m sitting by my lover’s side |
| He makes the simple things feel new |
| I swear the sugar in my coffee |
| Is sweeter than it was before |
| And the pills I take to keep my mind |
| I don’t need them anymore |
| For I’ve been healed by an angel from within an earthly man |
| An intervention much more than divine |
| The moment that our love began |
| Many times he’s found me crying |
| Lying on the kitchen floor |
| Many times he’s found me filled with rage |
| Kicking chairs and slamming doors |
| Oh, I don’t know how he takes it |
| All the other sides of me |
| How he knows just when to hold me close |
| And just when to let me be |
| For I’ve been healed by an angel from within an earthly man |
| An intervention much more than divine |
| The moment that our love began |