Angels by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics

International caller on my line;
Tomorrow's just another distance
Put in a call to a friend of mine
Just to say hello
But
What if there were angels?
Oh, sometimes i swear that I can see them there:

Making jokes and wearing black
And speaking English just like me;
Bright and kind and young and good
So come on, you
I know that we could still be that way
What do you say?

It's two a.m. and I'm feeling fine
Staying up late with these men of mine
I've seen the angels and the things they do and every one
Just makes me think of you
So come on
Making jokes and wearing black
And wearing black and wearing black
And they're right and good and wearing black
And just like you
And
Always on my mind
Just the whole time
Angels

I can see them
Here they come now
There's thousands of them
They're bearing you up
They're holding you up
I want to hold you in my arms