Lou Reed

Sweet Lori
Rest your head
Let me comb your hair
Everything will be alright
Darling dear
Can I hear you say
That we did ok?
Now we walk into the light

Friday night, the angel's calling
Asking us what we believe
At the end there's only falling to the knees
to the knees

Angel Child
The day has come
There's no running from
What can't be denied
Golden years
And a golden crown
Let me wipe your brow
And hold you through the night

Saturday the Iron morning
Asking you if you'd be free
The price of love is always falling to the knees
to the knees

Sunday comes without a warning
There's no one but you and me
The heart of love is always falling to our knees
to our knees
to our knees
to our knees

Sweet Lori
Rest your head
Let me comb your hair
As you fade into the night



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