In my heart, there's some angels & roses.
Sparkly clouds, rain through the windows.
Now I know the taste of angels.
The smell of the roses.
In my heart an angel's singing.
Some old melodies & I'm joking with the angels
& when the rain falls there're roses on the walls<
& when the rain falls.
I know that angels must to their clouds return.
But I'm left to burn
& blow a kiss to what might have been
& blow a kiss to what might have been.
