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Well you know I don't like you but you want to be my friend,
Well there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings,
It's okay, I'm angry but you'll never understand,
When you dream of Michelangelo, they hang above your hands.
And I know that she is not my friend,
And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again,
And I can't see why you wanna talk to me,
When your vision of America is crystalline and clean,
I want a white bread life, just something ignorant and plain,
But from the walls of Michelangelo, I'm dangling again,
And I know that she is is not my friend,
And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again.
Saturn on a line,
A sun afire on strings and wires,
To spin above my head and make it right,
But any time you like,
You can catch a sight of angel eyes,
All emptiness and infinite.
And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed,
I see god upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead,
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand,
But we are never quite as close, as we are led to understand.
And I know she is not my friend,
And I know 'cause there she goes walking, walking, walking,
And I know that she is is not my friend,
And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again and again.
Oh my my, oh lord no, yes she's walking on my skin again and again.
- Álbum:
- Somewhere Under Wonderland
- Echoes of The Outlaw Roadshow
- Underwater Sunshine (Or What We Did On Our Summer Vacation)
- Miscellaneous
- Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings
- Films About Ghosts: The Best Of...
- Casting Crowns
- Hard Candy
- American Girls
- This Desert Life
- Across A Wire-live In New York
- Recovering The Satellites
- August & Everything After
- She Likes The Weather
- New Amsterdam: Live At Heineken Music Hall
- Non-Album Releases
- August & Everything After - Live At Town Hall
- Live & Everything After (Ao Vivo)
- New Amsterdam Live At Heineken Music Hall February 6,...
- Across A Wire - Live From New York