Angels Songtext
von The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy

International caller on my line
Tomorrow′s just another distance
Put in a call to a friend of mine
Just to say hello
But What if there were angels
Oh, sometimes i swear that I can see them there
Making jokes and wearing black
And speaking English just like me
Bright and kind and young and good
So come on
You I know that we could still be that way
What do you say


It's two a.m. and I′m feeling fine
Staying up late with these men of mine
I've seen the angels and the things they do
And every one just makes me think of you
So come on

Making jokes and wearing black
And wearing black and wearing black
And they're right and good and wearing black
And just like you
And always on my mind
Just the whole time
Angels

Cause I can see them

Here they come now
There′s thousands of them
They′re bearing you up
They're holding you up
I want to hold you in my arms