Angeline

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

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