Your angel above your bed
Your angel above your bed is tired of watching the world, Icons won′t help you rewrite your fate. There′s no easy path to follow, You′ll continue your journey without me. Your way, your eternal holiday with bouquets of flowers, And an endless flow of people and sweet words. On a thin needle, you′re hooked, unaware, With a smoky cocktail, you carried on the game. Madness, lies, emotions, and eternal dopamine, You shine and burn in a circle of strange men. And the church is not a pharmacy or a hospital, You can′t wash it all away, and you can′t help us. And you′ll go on without end, But, darling, forget about me.
Your angel above your bed is tired of watching the world, Icons won′t help you rewrite your fate. There′s no easy path to follow, You′ll continue your journey without me. Your way, your eternal holiday with bouquets of flowers, And an endless flow of people and sweet words. On a thin needle, you′re hooked, unaware, With a smoky cocktail, you carried on the game. Madness, lies, emotions, and eternal dopamine, You shine and burn in a circle of strange men. And the church is not a pharmacy or a hospital, You can′t wash it all away, and you can′t help us. And you′ll go on without end, But, darling, forget about me.