Heavenly Angel — текст песни (Spirit Of The West)

(Kelly/Mann)
I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold
Better get a grip on myself I`m told
I`ve grown bitterly, shameslessly,
indescribably cold
I dove well into my cups
And wrote you a note full of
wonderful smut
The things I`ll do to you for us will be
Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel
The A to Z sits like the bible on the dash
Of our van that must`ve once carried bread
Oh, my splitting head
In Cockermouth we heard the sound of one hand clapping
The other twenty-three were busy
drinking and smoking away
Great clouds of grey
Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel
Well I miss you
Everytime I try and call
We`re off to Carlisle
To steal a piece of Hadrian`s Wall
From the Solway Firth
Stretching out to the North Sea
I miss you
My phone card says that`s all from my

Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Anjil