so, there you are
right behind the driver's car
fading out
to dream away in clouds of doubt
wandering,
this way it is never going to end
you are hungry again
you know you only make it worse
you are my angel
covered up with dust
you are my angel
see you move
it is just another way to prove
you're still here
and yes, you look so wild and fair
long ago
you must have seen somebody cry
it has passed away
but you still hear it when it's dark
you are my angel
covered up with dust
you are my angel
hey, it could be just like television here






