Storytellers — текст песни (Michelle Lewis)

(michelle lewis/teddy kumpel)



On the corner of st. marks, I saw an angel

Playing a guitar and begging for change

Oooh-i guess I shouldnt have believed my eyes

But when he wiggled his wings, I melted like ice cream

He began to sing (no very well)

He said "oooh-sweet girl, the storyteller never lies"

That should have been enough

I couldnt make this up

Stranger than fiction is my love, my love



Now theres an angel in my bed, I cant kick him out

And his junkyard head is starting to smell

Oooh-i guess it must have been a hell of a night

cause as he stumbled to the door, he just didnt care

That his wings were on the floor-right where they fell

Oooh-and Im still looking for a heavenly light



He couldnt say goodbye

The angel made me cry

Stranger than fiction like my life

My life



Ooohh-he said, "the storyteller never lies"

Hey mack, when you fly back to heaven

Can I come for the ride?

He said, "no kid, I dont live in heaven

I live here on the lower east side."



So now Im back with my old guy, but I think of the angel

How he blatantly lied, and re-stapled his wings

Ooooh-now I start running when an angel sings

There couldnt be a scarier thing

Stranger than fiction is my life