Letra de When The Angels - Prefab Sprout
Letra de canci�n de When The Angels de Prefab Sprout lyrics
When the angels take the angel voive away
ome lower their eyes, some of us shout cheats
or cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting,
uning up the harps, dishing out the wings
If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
Don't that tell you something about their skin
Hard faced little bastards
When the angels take the angel voice away
Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
Must get so blase, knowing you'll never die,
Lounging on a cloud ; polishing the sky
The memories are blue, but borrowed for the day
They sit around ignored, till someone goes away
If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/when-the-angels-prefab-sprout.php
Don't that tell you something about their skin
Hard faced little bastards
When the angels take the angel voice away
Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
INSTRUMENTAL
The memories are blue, but borrowed for the day
They sit around ignored, till someone goes away
For cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting,
Tuning up the harps, dishing out the wings
If they can dance... bastards
When the angels take the angel voice away
Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
ome lower their eyes, some of us shout cheats
or cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting,
uning up the harps, dishing out the wings
If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
Don't that tell you something about their skin
Hard faced little bastards
When the angels take the angel voice away
Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
Must get so blase, knowing you'll never die,
Lounging on a cloud ; polishing the sky
The memories are blue, but borrowed for the day
They sit around ignored, till someone goes away
If they can dance on, on the head of a pin
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/when-the-angels-prefab-sprout.php
Don't that tell you something about their skin
Hard faced little bastards
When the angels take the angel voice away
Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
INSTRUMENTAL
The memories are blue, but borrowed for the day
They sit around ignored, till someone goes away
For cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting,
Tuning up the harps, dishing out the wings
If they can dance... bastards
When the angels take the angel voice away
Jealously they see the sometimes man you'd be
