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Angel came down from heaven yesterday
She stayed with me just long enough to rescue he
And she told me a story yesterday,
About the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea
And then she spread her wings high over me
She said she’s gonna come back tomorrow

And I said “fly on my sweet angel,
Fly on through the sky,
Fly on my sweet angel,
Tomorrow I’m gonna be by your side”

Sure enough this morning came unto me
Silver wings silhouetted against the child’s sunrise
And my angel she said unto
“today is the day for you to rise,
Take my hand, you’re gonna be my man,
You’re gonna rise”
And she took high over yonder

And I said “fly on my sweet angel,
Fly on through the sky,
Fly on my sweet angel,
Forever I will be by your side”

Anger he smiles tow’ring shiny metallic purple armour.
Queen jealousy, envy waits behind him.
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground.
Blue are the life giving waters taking for granted,
They quietly understand.

Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on.

After all the jacks are in their boxes,
and the clowns have all gone to bed,
you can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
footprints dress in red.

And the wind whispers Mary.

A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life.

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.

Well I, I just came back today
I just came back from the storm.
Yeah!
I said: “I just came back, baby
I just came back from the storm.
Yeah, from the storm.
Well, I didn’t know it then,
But I was sufferin’, sufferin’
For my love to keep me warm.

The morning is dead and the day is too
There’s nothing left here to lead me, but the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It’s a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, alone

Now the smiling portrait of you
is still hanging on my frowning wall
It really doesn’t, it really doesn’t bother me too much at all
It’s just the eh ever falling dust that makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring laying on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door
And I continue to burn the Midnight Lamp, all alone
Burn!