Besedila: Heart. Angels.

Angels Angels They didn't want to be, but suddenly they're free Angels Angels I hear them in the trees I wish that one was me I watch clouds roll overhead No, it's me that moves instead Round and round and round Clouds are faces I can see I can see they're seeing me I can tell cause we know each other well We know each other well Angels Angels I hear them in the trees I wish that one was me Angels how high have you been Since you left this world I'm in And what did you see 'bout me Will my time go very far? Does love reach up where you are? Then take it along I pay you for your song Can I go along?