Chickering Angel by Matthew Ryan Lyrics
Me and Amy went for a ride
Just after the rain last night
When something I couldn't put a finger on
Made me lift up off the gas and turn out the headlights
Gliding 'neath those stars
Past those shining Belleview houses and their foreign cars
I could feel my heart beat
When Amy lit a cigarette and put her hand on my knee
I said, Angel
I'm sad and I don't know why
But with you by my side
I'm nearly satisfied
Angel, angel
Then I thought to myself, me and Amy
We'd be in the clear
If I could just rob one of these lucky bastards
And high tail it out of here
Now when the car stopped I was restless
We were just below the rise
I could feel my lungs breathe
When my Amy started to cry
And I said, Angel
It's sad but you know we try
Stay here in the car
While I go inside
Angel, angel
Angel, angel
Now it couldn't have been ten minutes
When I came out to find what really went down
It was the smell of burnt rubber, gasoline
Amy's perfume and the silence all around
And it was the feel of broken glass
Under my feet and in my head
No, it shouldn't have been Amy
It should've been me instead
And I said, Angel
I'm sad now I know why
'Cause with you by my side
I was nearly satisfied
Angel, angel
Angel, angel
Just after the rain last night
When something I couldn't put a finger on
Made me lift up off the gas and turn out the headlights
Gliding 'neath those stars
Past those shining Belleview houses and their foreign cars
I could feel my heart beat
When Amy lit a cigarette and put her hand on my knee
I said, Angel
I'm sad and I don't know why
But with you by my side
I'm nearly satisfied
Angel, angel
Then I thought to myself, me and Amy
We'd be in the clear
If I could just rob one of these lucky bastards
And high tail it out of here
Now when the car stopped I was restless
We were just below the rise
I could feel my lungs breathe
When my Amy started to cry
And I said, Angel
It's sad but you know we try
Stay here in the car
While I go inside
Angel, angel
Angel, angel
Now it couldn't have been ten minutes
When I came out to find what really went down
It was the smell of burnt rubber, gasoline
Amy's perfume and the silence all around
And it was the feel of broken glass
Under my feet and in my head
No, it shouldn't have been Amy
It should've been me instead
And I said, Angel
I'm sad now I know why
'Cause with you by my side
I was nearly satisfied
Angel, angel
Angel, angel