you walk like the angels talk
where are you from
you want to walk and talk like angels talk
tell me then some
with a room by the sea
and a voice in the sand
telling me your truth
and telling me your view
in how you see the world
spinning, spinning round
and what is love and what is death
the fears you have to put to rest
and so you walk
like angels talk
you want to walk and talk like the angels talk
this I hear
you want to walk and talk like the angels
tell me then dear
with a smile in the sun
and a face in the sand
sitting on a swing
unfolding bits of string
the face is innocence
but the words are something more
it's in the voice
it's in the sound
it's in the way the world is round
and so we walk
like angels talk
you want to walk and talk like the angels talk
this I hear
you want to walk and talk like the angels
tell me then dear
you see it's easy running angels down
and I can't help but shutter from the sound
it's that small girl
down by the sea
found the angel in me
the words are such
I'll always recall
as they faded into day
as they faded into day
as they faded into day
as they faded into dayThe mark of the devil is upon you
Your look is no happier than mine
Damnation is waiting in the mirror
but you shouldn't mind
Their legs start a feeling in your stomach
Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance
Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river
given half a chance
And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
but you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
but you fidget and your heart is growing cold
Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you
Chances that perished long ago
The devil is waiting in the bathroom
with your worthless soul
The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones
the nights out are hanging from your waist
The years float like dust held in the sunlight
with an aftertaste
And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
but you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
but you fidget and your heart is growing cold
La la lala lala la la...
And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
and you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
but you fidget and your heart is growing cold
And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty
and a list will bind your eyes as you grow old
and you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling
but you fidget and your heart is growing cold
La la lala...
Oh...