Текст (слова) песни: Byrne, David - Angels

There are no angels left in America anymore
They left after the Second World War heading west
Stopping briefly in Japan during the 60s
Then in Tianamen Square during the last decade
They kept heading west to who knows where
What are they after?
What are they looking for?
A messiah who never comes?
A virgin birth?
A perfect drug?
A sign, any kind of sign?
Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary
Flying over fields and factories
Mommas going off her head
Daddys bringing home the bacon
Open up the pearly gates
Fruit of salty lubrication
Tangled up in arms and legs
I can barely touch the bottom
Now Im working up a sweat!
Im ready now
Im ready now

I can barely touch my own self
How could I touch someone else?
I am just an advertisement
For a version of myself
Like molecules in constant motion
Like a million nervous tics
I am quivering in anticipation
Like the sunlight on their wings
Im ready now (dont look back)
Im ready now (Im ready for this)
Im ready now

The sensuous world - the smell of the sea
The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees
The angel inside - who will meet me tonight
On wings of desire - I come back alive

Im ready
Im ready (I put the dogs outside)
Im ready
Im ready (to take that ride)
Im ready now
Im ready now (to take that wine)
Im ready now but where are you?

Другие песни Byrne, David:

A Long Time Ago
A Self-made Man
A Soft Seduction
Amnesia
Angels
Back In The Box
Broken Things
Buck Naked
Burnt By The Sun
Crash
Daddy Go Down
Dance On Vaseline
Desconocido Soy
Everyone`s In Love With You
Finite-Alright
Fuzzy Freaky
Like Humans Do
Lilies Of The Valley
Miss America
My Love Is You
Neighborhood
Nothing At All
Sad Song
Smile
Strange Ritual
The Accident
The Civil Wars
The Gates Of Paradise
The Great Intoxication
The Moment Of Conception
The Revolution
They Are In Love
U.B. Jesus
Walk On Water
Wicked Little Doll
You & Eye
You Don`t Know Me