Lyrics:
In the heat of the Indian summer
Out along the Appalachian Way
You can hear the sound of the Overnight Angels
As they pray
Charged by the light
of mine
And that goes to show: angels fall sometimes
She's been here long enough to see that I'm no saint by now
Every mornin' I wake surprised to find her
Going rogue, don't
Retreat, reload
Dripping stagnant life
Into crooked mouths
Sacrificial communion of
Bullet rounds
Incited by heavenly
Silence
Why am I standing on a cloud
Every time you're around
And my sadness disappears
Every time you are near
You must be an angel
I can see it in
Why am I standing on a cloud
Every time you're around
And my sadness disappears
Every time you are near
You must be an angel
I can see it in
Joy to the world! The Lord is come.
Let earth receive her King
Let every heart
Prepare Him room
And saints and angels sing
And saints and angels
She still finds me something when there's nothing there
Saints alive and saints be praised
Angels dwell among us still these days
For the crooked
She still finds me something when there's nothing there.
Saints alive and Saints be praised
Angels dwell among us still these days
For
pours on me
So let the saints
Set up the courtyard
The unpleasant cage
The obvious point is I'm insane
Was I aware
Whom I had slain
I fear I was
Saint, holy, insane Holly
Saint, holy, insane Holly
Saint, holy, insane Holly
Saint, holy, insane Holly
Nobody knows her really well, but i got
Ooh yeah
We're all lovers and haters inside
Upon angels and traitors we ride
We're gonna march to the sun and the rain
Children are laughing
I confess I am lost
In the age of the social
On our knees, take a test
To be lovin' and grateful
Shots were fired on the street
By the church
Like a miniature tornado, she can blow the house about.
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye,
And that's my Katy, little lady, and I
hallucinating
Watching angels celebrating
Could this be activating
All my senses dislocating?
This must be a strange deception
By celestial intervention
the light?
Do you sense it as you go?
Maybe you are not alone
An angel walks
An angel prays
Here by your side at night unseen in the alleyways
Who
haters busy trying to
Send me home early
But you can't New Orlean Saint me
I ain't a saint B, I ain't a god God
I ain't a angel neither but I try hard
want angel dust not no angel love
She would probably smoke it
And she just might inject it
Maybe take it by mouth
But she might rather snort it
I hope
due to win
They fooled you once shame on them
There ain’t no saints in the city tonight
You’re gonna have to face the truth
There ain’t no saints in
the nations
Strike down the enemy, by the sword of His mouth
The King is coming, His saints burst forth with Joy
The King is coming, riding on the cloud
This instrumental reminds me of…
This instrumental reminds me of…
It reminds me of Sing About Me by Mr. Lamar
It sort of sounds like a funeral
But it
you a God, and shall your grace
Grow weary of your saints?
Steady is a knife held sure by faith
Are you a God? And shall your grace
Grow weary
As I stand by the side of the river watching the virgin Mary float
By watching the currents drag her by a low song how long is gone
A low song
the cherubim
He doesn't dangle by the seraphim
He only wants a pretty face by him so
How could you want him when you know you could have me
Ferocious angels
glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing.
Oh, rest beside the weary road,
cnd hear the angels sing!
For lo! the days are hast'ning on,
By prophet
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