Fallen Angels or Not (Irish)
I saw him while stopped out the corner - my eye
I looked away from the window no matter how much he tried
It's too hard to tell this day and time
The difference between the scammers and me
The light changes color and I sped ahead
Glanced in the mirror... his sign never read
The image stayed with me all tattered and torn
Homeless and hungry... not bothered by scorn
Somewhere in between above and below
Little wings flutter in flight
Too good for hell, too bad for heaven
Still magical in all their might
How do you know? How do you spot?
Fallen angels? Or not?
The dawning next day shines golden cross the floor
A tap on the window... behind the shutter door
Not sure if I'd open... too curious to dare
I must have looked foolish... stand there and stare
Hummingbird or sparrow, I'd seen them before
Tall tales from many... old centuries of lore
There was no connection between then and now
'Til HE flew away and he evened the score
Somewhere in between above and below
Little wings flutter in flight
Too good for hell, too bad for heaven
Still magical in all their might
How do you know? How do you spot?
Fallen angels? Or not?
He was no longer there when I came to the stop
No sign of the man who lived under a box
Someone had painted a Fairy wing red
His message was clear... no more to be said
How do you know? How could you not?
Fallen angels, we are... until we are not
I looked away from the window no matter how much he tried
It's too hard to tell this day and time
The difference between the scammers and me
The light changes color and I sped ahead
Glanced in the mirror... his sign never read
The image stayed with me all tattered and torn
Homeless and hungry... not bothered by scorn
Somewhere in between above and below
Little wings flutter in flight
Too good for hell, too bad for heaven
Still magical in all their might
How do you know? How do you spot?
Fallen angels? Or not?
The dawning next day shines golden cross the floor
A tap on the window... behind the shutter door
Not sure if I'd open... too curious to dare
I must have looked foolish... stand there and stare
Hummingbird or sparrow, I'd seen them before
Tall tales from many... old centuries of lore
There was no connection between then and now
'Til HE flew away and he evened the score
Somewhere in between above and below
Little wings flutter in flight
Too good for hell, too bad for heaven
Still magical in all their might
How do you know? How do you spot?
Fallen angels? Or not?
He was no longer there when I came to the stop
No sign of the man who lived under a box
Someone had painted a Fairy wing red
His message was clear... no more to be said
How do you know? How could you not?
Fallen angels, we are... until we are not
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Writer(s): Jimmy Andrews
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