Angels
Angels
They are always going to try and tell us how to feel.
Wanting to make us the perfect angels.
With rusty halo’s walking in shoes that are not ours.
So they say its forbidden love. Don’t eat that bad fruit.
Take me down to the pub and buy me my first drink.
Walk me down the Thames and give me a first kiss.
They don’t need to know.
She bought you those new shoes. Your mum whose still wrapping you
In swaddling clothes. I like them she has a good fashion sense.
What you think she’d do if she saw us. Black on white , white on black.
Give me a blank canvas so I can express how I feel.
Can I have a map of your body so I know where to find the love?
Your hands are always by your side.
Are you nervous ? I am not.
The uncomplicated is dawning on the simple minded.
Children crying in a street without a home.
Now their crying in our hearts pulling the string on our morals.
The rich people sit in their house all day.
We think they don’t do work.
They actually mourn over their empty lives.
Get in on the hustle and bustle share the excitement of suffering.
They are always going to try and tell us how to feel.
Wanting to make us the perfect angels.
With rusty halo’s walking in shoes that are not ours.
The emotional clothes you’re wearing are borrowed its
all a farce. All the sympathy the world feels towards you.
Fangs out ready for the kill. They are hungry vampires.
Have you polished your halo yet?
Your eyes watch me replying ‘I don’t intend to’
Neither do I. Can I walk in your shoes for a little while?
You walk in mine. Hand in hand down the aisle.
Shoes swap, ring swap, life swap. A lifetime together.
They are always going to try and tell us how to feel.
Wanting to make us the perfect angels.
With rusty halo’s walking in shoes that are not ours.
So they say its forbidden love. Don’t eat that bad fruit.
Take me down to the pub and buy me my first drink.
Walk me down the Thames and give me a first kiss.
They don’t need to know.
She bought you those new shoes. Your mum whose still wrapping you
In swaddling clothes. I like them she has a good fashion sense.
What you think she’d do if she saw us. Black on white , white on black.
Give me a blank canvas so I can express how I feel.
Your hands are always by your side.
Are you nervous ? I am not.
The uncomplicated is dawning on the simple minded.
Children crying in a street without a home.
Now their crying in our hearts pulling the string on our morals.
The rich people sit in their house all day.
We think they don’t do work.
They actually mourn over their empty lives.
Get in on the hustle and bustle share the excitement of suffering.
They are always going to try and tell us how to feel.
Wanting to make us the perfect angels.
With rusty halo’s walking in shoes that are not ours.
The emotional clothes you’re wearing are borrowed its
all a farce. All the sympathy the world feels towards you.
Fangs out ready for the kill. They are hungry vampires.
Have you polished your halo yet?
Your eyes watch me replying ‘I don’t intend to’
Neither do I. Can I walk in your shoes for a little while?
You walk in mine. Hand in hand down the aisle.
Shoes swap, ring swap, life swap. A lifetime together.
