Bruford - The Sliding Floor lyrics

First time I met Angel Up on the bridge of an ocean-going liner She was virtue, vice, and failing Can't give her up now for all the tea in China Here comes a knock on the door Angel face with teeth like a tiger's claw Morning comes she'll soon be back begging for more Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor No use asking me why Some people stick like a downtown Bowery wino If experts, preachers, mystics can't find the answer Then how the hell should I know? Lost in a world breaking apart Angel shines her mystery light into the dark She's not wasting blame on the rich or the poor Angel knows that truth has a sliding floor