Mary of the Angels Songtext
von Willard Grant Conspiracy

Bright lights
Little city
It′s a dusty old town
The lights all look pretty
When your sky ward bound
I'm sitting in the window seat
Wondering when I′ll see clouds

Mary of the Angels, Mary of the angels
Mary of the Angels, calls to me


With a blessing for a mouth
And big blue eyes
A generous laugh
Always takes me by surprise
I hold in my memory
Every goodbye kiss

Every time that I leave
I look forward to coming home
I know that sounds small
But sometimes small things matter most
There's a hole inside of me
That only you seem to fill