Angels Of The Silence

Counting Crows

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Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand
Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand?
I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now
Where'd you come from?
Where am I going?
Why'd you leave me 'till I'm only good for...

Waiting for you
All my sins...
I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Everynight these silhouettes appear above my head
Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper
Everytime I fall asleep
Everytime I dream
Did you come? Would you lie?
Why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for...

Waiting for you
All my sins...
I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
All my innocense is wasted on the dead and dreaming

I dream of Michaelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
And suck my blood, break my nerve, offer me their arms
Well, I will not be an enemy of anything
I'll only stand here

Waiting for you
All my sins...
I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you
All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Composição: Adam Duritz / Charlie Gillingham / Counting Crows · Esse não é o compositor? Nos avise.
Enviada por Camila
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