Guardian Angel

She paints her telephone black
For everyone that never called
But in the nights she hears steps
And whispers down in her hall
She paints her telephone black

And as she talks to her friends
Someone tells her what to say
She won't reveal the secret
He never leads her astray

He's always there for her
Her guardian angel

She never sleeps at night
The nights are far too cold
He always keeps her in sight
He has a smell of gold

He's always there for her
Her guardian angel

And as she sings her songs
He tells her word after word
She sings:
"I'm never growing old
Not after what I have heard

He's always there for me
My guardian angel"



Credits
Writer(s): Bolin Elin Margareta
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