|
There are no angels left in america anymore |
|
They left after the second world war heading west |
|
Stopping briefly in japan during the 60's |
|
Then in tianamen square during the last decade |
|
They kept heading west to who knows where |
|
What are they after? |
|
What are they looking for? |
|
A messiah who never comes? |
|
A virgin birth? |
|
A perfect drug? |
|
A sign, any kind of sign? |
|
Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary |
|
Flying over fields and factories |
|
Momma's going off her head |
|
Daddy's bringing home the bacon |
|
Open up the pearly gates |
|
Fruit of salty lubrication |
|
Tangled up in arms and legs |
|
I can barely touch the bottom |
|
Now i'm working up a sweat! |
|
I'm ready now |
|
I'm ready now |
|
I can barely touch my own self |
|
How could i touch someone else? |
|
I am just an advertisement |
|
For a version of myself |
|
Like molecules in constant motion |
|
Like a million nervous tics |
|
I am quivering in anticipation |
|
Like the sunlight on their wings |
|
I'm ready now (don't look back) |
|
I'm ready now (i'm ready for this) |
|
I'm ready now |
|
The sensuous world - the smell of the sea |
|
The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees |
|
The angel inside - who will meet me tonight |
|
On wings of desire - i come back alive |
|
I'm ready |
|
I'm ready (i put the dogs outside) |
|
I'm ready |
|
I'm ready (to take that ride) |
|
I'm ready now |
|
I'm ready now (to take that wine) |
|
I'm ready now but where are you? |
