Angel Of The Dying Self
Sandy Bell
When I open the Bible
Will I read about love?
(Prophesy, it gets the best of me)
Says there's an angel among us
She walks with a limp
(Keep your eyes open)
(Cause she'll be coming in)
She's as beautiful as a movie star
But things are not as Hollywood
As we think they are
Godspeed to you
God speaks
To you
Oh, the angel flies over the house
Without blood on the door
Sees a boy
Doesn't wanna be a boy, no more
And the mother is feeding him
Sunshine with her fingers
Wailing: My world, my world, my world
Watcha doin to me
Watcha doing to me
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
You can be anything you want to be
You can be anything you want to be
I hope you forgive me for running away
I promise I'll return to you some other day
(No, no, no, no)
This is not a mistake
(No, no, no, no)
And things aren't as dark as they seem
But I need to be everything I'm supposed to be
You can be anything you want to be