Текст песни David Byrne - Angels
David Byrne - Angels слова песни
There are no angels left in america anymoreThey left after the second world war heading westStopping briefly in japan during the 60sThen in tianamen square during the last decadeThey kept heading west to who knows whereWhat are they after? What are they looking for? A messiah who never comes? A virgin birth? A perfect drug? A sign, any kind of sign? Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinaryFlying over fields and factoriesMommas going off her headDaddys bringing home the baconOpen up the pearly gatesFruit of salty lubricationTangled up in arms and legsI can barely touch the bottomNow Im working up a sweat!Im ready nowIm ready nowI can barely touch my own selfHow could I touch someone else? I am just an advertisementFor a version of myselfLike molecules in constant motionLike a million nervous ticsI am quivering in anticipationLike the sunlight on their wingsIm ready now (dont look back)Im ready now (Im ready for this)Im ready nowThe sensuous world - the smell of the seaThe sweat off their wings - the fruit from the treesThe angel inside - who will meet me tonightOn wings of desire - I come back aliveIm readyIm ready (I put the dogs outside)Im readyIm ready (to take that ride)Im ready nowIm ready now (to take that wine)Im ready now but where are you?