Guardian Angel
Hey Lyrics


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Every Thursday my angel comes
He knocks on the door of fate
Though everything inside him screams
He prostitutes himself for me
And his humiliation wraps itself around me
With protective incantations
So I don't have to pray
The world is laid open for me
I'm the lightness, I'm the dream
I'm the little toe of your foot
The great of the world serve me
My forehead is free of worry
And my body's pure
In my white dress string of amber
My shoes are made of moss
Nothing disturbes me in my merriment
The only story is of I
Yesterday angel said no
A dark star is over my head
My old face is wrinkled and cracked
Scary is my shaking hand
Fruit of fear cracks inside of me
I start to pray again
Feet are bleeding
I'm the dirt from under your nail




And I pray to be invisible
My angel left me yesterday

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Hey's song Guardian Angel explore the complex and often tumultuous relationship between a person and their guardian angel. The song is written from the perspective of the person, who is visited by their angel every Thursday. Despite the angel's protests and apparent humiliation in serving the person, the angel continues to offer protective incantations to keep the person safe and worry-free. The person feels free and light, living in a world where they are the center of attention and all the great things the world has to offer are within their grasp. The person describes themselves as insignificant yet powerful, and everything they do is the only story that matters.


However, things take a dark turn when the person's angel says no, and a dark star appears over their head. The person suddenly realizes their own mortality and fragility, and fear begins to crack within them. The person starts to pray again, their feet bleeding, and they feel like dirt from under someone's nail. They long to be invisible as their angel has left them, and they are left alone to face the darkness.


The lyrics to Guardian Angel offer a powerful and nuanced portrayal of the relationship between a person and their guardian angel. Hey explores themes of power, fragility, and mortality, and the complex feelings and emotions that come with being human. The song is a powerful reminder that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope and the possibility of finding light.


Line by Line Meaning

Every Thursday my angel comes
My guardian angel visits me regularly on Thursdays


He knocks on the door of fate
He faces uncertain circumstances on my behalf


Though everything inside him screams
Despite his inner conflict and discomfort


He prostitutes himself for me
He sacrifices himself to help me


And his humiliation wraps itself around me
Despite his humiliation, I am protected and sheltered


With protective incantations
Using spells or charms to protect me


So I don't have to pray
He intervenes to keep me from having to pray


The world is laid open for me
The world is made accessible and welcoming for me


I'm the lightness, I'm the dream
I am carefree and hopeful


I'm the little toe of your foot
I am smaller but still important


The great of the world serve me
Even the powerful serve me and my needs


My forehead is free of worry
I am worry-free and happy


And my body's pure
I am uncorrupted and innocent


In my white dress string of amber
I wear a pure white dress with an amber accessory


My shoes are made of moss
I wear comfortable, natural shoes


Nothing disturbes me in my merriment
I am carefree and nothing dampens my joy


The only story is of I
Everything revolves around me and my experiences


Yesterday angel said no
My guardian angel refused to help me yesterday


A dark star is over my head
I am experiencing negativity and misfortune


My old face is wrinkled and cracked
I am aging and feeling the effects


Scary is my shaking hand
I am experiencing fear and anxiety


Fruit of fear cracks inside of me
My fear is consuming and debilitating


I start to pray again
I turn to prayer for solace and guidance


Feet are bleeding
I am in physical pain or discomfort


I'm the dirt from under your nail
I am small and insignificant


And I pray to be invisible
I wish to disappear and be unnoticed


My angel left me yesterday
I am no longer being protected by my guardian angel




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