Angels, hardly ever seen but revered by most.

High on your perch, you look down on us scurrying about .
I guess we don't make much sense to you,
making money, making love, making war.

Mortals running around in a frenzy to make ends meet.
You need money to survive, and for that you need a job
and we take it all so seriously, how confusing all of this must be to you...