Angeline   

Copyright ã 2000, Battunes Music

words and music by Dean Batstone

There’s a silent rain like little ghosts, riding on a breeze

And it barely cools these streets of fire, or calms the hungry needs

I can feel the eyes fall on our backs, burning emerald green

And there’s one streetlight that’s afraid of the dark

So it shines for you and me

And all the boys on the boulevard wish they could be me

I’m the one who’s holding Angeline

All the angels smile tonight when they look down on me

I’m the one who’s holding Angeline

Now the corner man, he got his papers wet

So he’s passing them out for free

And the smoke curls up from his cigarette

Making gestures to the queens

All the girls on Stinson Avenue are tryin’ to look discreet

‘Til the whistles rise, young and strong

Like a sidewalk symphony

Angeline

All the years I wished you were mine

And I never really gave up trying

I can still see that love in your eyes

There’s a distant song like angels cries, far above the lights

And the thunder rolls through hollow hearts

Pounding through the night

And all those kids whose colours changed now fade to black and white

And I pray this night will never end, ‘cause it all just feels so right