, Angeliou, oh, Angeliou Angeliou, oh, Angeliou Oh, Angeliou, Angeliou Oh my Angeliou One more time Angeliou, oh, Angeliou Angeliou, oh, my Angeliou
Angeliou oh Angeliou Oh oh Angeliou Angeliou Oh Angeliou oh Angeliou oh my Angeliou In the month of May In the month of May In the city of Paris In the
Translation: Van Morrison. Angeliou.
: Angeliou oh Angeliou Oh oh Angeliou Angeliou Oh Angeliou oh Angeliou oh my Angeliou In the month of May In the month of May In the city of Paris In
Angeliou oh Angeliou Oh oh Angeliou Angeliou Oh Angeliou oh Angeliou oh my Angeliou In the month of May In the month of May In the city of Paris In
Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and
Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Army fatigued then fatigue the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket
It's been a long and winding journey But I'm finally here tonight Picking up the pieces And walking back into the light Until the sun set of your glory
Sometimes I feel like an innocent one To deserve this fate what have I ever done? I know that I made all the rules But time can even change the hopeless
A pilgrim on a pilgrimage Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge His sneakers torn in the hour When the homeless move their cardboard blankets And the new
Angels, answer me, are you near if rain should fall? Am I to believe you will rise to calm the storm? For so great
And this is the last time That I'm ever gonna come here tonight And this is the last time I will fall Into a place that fails us all inside Well I can
I'm driving in circles Should have bought that new phone I can't find my way to All the places I call home I'm (On my own) I'm at the station pumping
''Been leaning for A minute know I spit It can't come up in the booth it's too explicit now if I wrote It Or written I will still get It people should
-Verse 1 I'm driving in circles should have bought that new phone I can't find my way to all the places I call home I'm (on my own) I'm at the station
Pee-racticality dee-oesn't interest me Love's the life that I lead I've got a pocketful of miracles And with a pocketful of miracles One little miracle
Wake me if you're out there Through the glass in my bedroom window In the bushes far below I thought I saw an unfamiliar shadow Among the ones I so clearly