04-06-2012, 09:36 PM
(04-06-2012, 09:29 PM)Donovan Wrote: If dreams were lightning, thunder was desire,
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago.
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry.
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to,
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing,
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning,
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
The angel from Montgom'ry is sweet and low. The naughty and high angels are a dream, I think.
Undercover angel, midnight fantasy
I've never had a dream that made sweet love to me
Undercover angel, answer to my prayer
You made me know that there's a love for me out there
Love Me, love me love me