Angels crying in my bed (feat. Madonna)
Is it really sweet to be this lost
Is it really worth it
Is it really good to feel that sad
Will I ever outcome it
I saw you in my dream it wasn't so bad
But then we didn't kiss
Is it really love or is it blood
Dripping off my wrists
Oh ah
As I fall
Oh ah
I can hear
The sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
And I want golden feathers
If they spring from my back
Oh lord I want them golden
Oh ah
As I fall
Oh ah
I can hear
The sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
Angels crying
And maybe we will
Almost fall in love
I will look into his eyes
And he into mine
My one single eye
The unfortunate other
Blinded by a punishing slap
And we will agree
That love can be blind
And he
Healthy boy, well fed, white with his rosy cheeks
Will wonder about me
Pity my bony body
Those thin ribs
And worry
And feel my twisted ears
And the scars on my hands
Reminder of the flirtation
Of my skin
And the cruel volcano
And perhaps lift my skirt
Before he learns the greater horrors
I owe him the truth of me
So I will say to him,
End quote
I went to school
End quote
Is it really worth it
Is it really good to feel that sad
Will I ever outcome it
I saw you in my dream it wasn't so bad
But then we didn't kiss
Is it really love or is it blood
Dripping off my wrists
Oh ah
As I fall
Oh ah
I can hear
The sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
And I want golden feathers
If they spring from my back
Oh lord I want them golden
Oh ah
As I fall
Oh ah
I can hear
The sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
Angels crying
And maybe we will
Almost fall in love
I will look into his eyes
And he into mine
My one single eye
The unfortunate other
Blinded by a punishing slap
And we will agree
That love can be blind
And he
Healthy boy, well fed, white with his rosy cheeks
Will wonder about me
Pity my bony body
Those thin ribs
And worry
And feel my twisted ears
And the scars on my hands
Reminder of the flirtation
Of my skin
And the cruel volcano
And perhaps lift my skirt
Before he learns the greater horrors
I owe him the truth of me
So I will say to him,
End quote
I went to school
End quote
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Writer(s): Michael G. Dean, Heloise Adelaide Letissier
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