We meet and the angels sing The angels sing the sweetest song I've ever heard You speak and the angels sing Or am I breathing music into every word?
The Game: This song is dedicated to all the mammas. All the beautiful women. No matter what color. My mamma Marie... Robin's mom Gloria
I never wanted to be And then some angel called me up, he told me I was sleeping Said "Don't waste time 'cos even angels say goodbye" Waiting for that change of season Oh, the winter
risen king Alleluia angels sing (Verse 2) Like springtime to winter's hush Like laughter to solemnness Like a sun rising up You come, You come to us (Bridge) Like a song
song, a guiding light Rainy nights Fading in the wind Imprisoned there, in dreams within There is a way There is an aim There is a light An angel's
saw into your soul A smile that could warm a winter's evening Or touch a broken heart and make it whole Her laugh was like the sound of angels singing
but the third is now rising Through the ashes of a dying love, a new soul is born Watch the feathers like snow in the winter The angels that fell, so
of lies of atrocities, blood and sacrifice! My temples erected in gold and bone The stupid sheep turn their head to the blind! Priestress: And comes the winter
of december but no more will I ride for the winter solstice's child will pass away silently on a midsummer's night So may you come now, my Dead Romantic Angel
I free or forever trapped? Under the wings, all have been said...been said... The whispers of the angels Are my final song But do they sing for me? I
' them angels overtime Riding and diving and living so close to the edge Workin' them angels, workin' them angels Workin' them angels Workin' them angels overtime Workin' them angels
, displacement, it's where I wander It's my genre, it's Madonna's videos It's game shows, it's cheap liquor, blunts It's bumper stickers with rainbows It's angels
age once, mama, Twenty-three I can still hear some of the songs you used to play From that summer of love in '68 Seems it's turned into a winter of hate
It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels playing near the Earth To touch their harps of gold Peace on the Earth could will
dying scent of fragrant death Fore spell of winter I possess That I might dream thy pain Invoke to tee like dragons slain A lullaby like song of grave
of spring time That makes the lonely winter seem long You are the breathless hush of evening That trembles on the brink of a lovely song You are the angel
Oh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Helots workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined
of springtime That makes the lonely winter seem long You are the breathless hush of evening That trembles on the brink of a lovely song You are the angel
