Play up a sweat
to a blue magazine
improbable films you shoot there under your grin
and I keep myself from laughing
because pictures are all I see
I let you loose at your thing
I’m an angel, I must be
‘
cos I don’t understand
I would know, I would care
if I were of this land
You work so hard
you shoot your best shot
wipe out also-rans by giving all that you’ve got
empires of glass and concrete
that you won’t take away with you
away you will go on bare feet
I’m an angel, I must be
your gold leaves me so cold
this was never my song
I don’t feel I belong
You weigh your bread
count your cigarettes
sweat off one more pound: you found it adds to your charm
you choose well the suit for that tie
but what makes you tick inside?
what’s in the gaze of your eye?
I’m an angel, I am sure
‘
cos I can’t find the cure
for my whys, for my wings
that long for open skies
Something somewhere
will start to sounds false
while buried down deep you’ll hide a sense of remorse
you may look at me and wonder
weren’t you meant to fly up there?
up there among the angels
You’re an angel, yes, that’s right
not alone, seeking light
seeking love, cutting free
won’t you too fly with me?