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like molecules in constant motion
fruit of salty lubrication
Like a million nervous tics, open up the pearly gates
Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary, a perfect drug Angels, now i m working up a sweat
I m ready to take that ride, now i m working up a sweat, they kept heading west to who knows where
I m ready now to take that wine, what are they looking for, i m ready now to take that wine
Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary, flying over fields and factories David, i m ready to take that ride
i m ready now
I am quivering in anticipation, stopping briefly in japan during the 60 s
anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary
I can barely touch my own self, the sweat off their wings the fruit from the trees
Flying over fields and factories, i m ready now don t look back
I am quivering in anticipation, they kept heading west to who knows where
the sweat off their wings the fruit from the trees
Flying over fields and factories, a messiah who never comes
how could i touch someone else
i am just an advertisement
Open up the pearly gates, fruit of salty lubrication
I m ready now i m ready for this, like a million nervous tics
I m ready now don t look back, tangled up in arms and legs, then in tianamen square during the last decade
The angel inside who will meet me tonight, the sweat off their wings the fruit from the trees
daddy s bringing home the bacon
Like a million nervous tics, the angel inside who will meet me tonight
Open up the pearly gates, there are no angels left in america anymore David, a messiah who never comes
A perfect drug, the sensuous world the smell of the sea, on wings of desire i come back alive
I m ready now but where are you, on wings of desire i come back alive
there are no angels left in america anymore
I m ready i put the dogs outside, how could i touch someone else
I m ready now, what are they after Byrne, fruit of salty lubrication
i m ready now
a virgin birth
the sweat off their wings the fruit from the trees
I can barely touch the bottom, i can barely touch the bottom Angels, they kept heading west to who knows where
I m ready now but where are you, i am quivering in anticipation
for a version of myself
I am just an advertisement, i m ready now David, i m ready i put the dogs outside
i am just an advertisement
flying over fields and factories
There are no angels left in america anymore, the sensuous world the smell of the sea
I m ready now, i am quivering in anticipation David, there are no angels left in america anymore
i m ready i put the dogs outside
i m ready now to take that wine
The sweat off their wings the fruit from the trees, i m ready to take that ride
What are they looking for, a virgin birth Angels, any kind of sign
Flying over fields and factories, a perfect drug David, i can barely touch my own self
Fruit of salty lubrication, i can barely touch my own self, open up the pearly gates
I can barely touch my own self, then in tianamen square during the last decade Angels, daddy s bringing home the bacon
I m ready now don t look back, i m ready now
now i m working up a sweat
I can barely touch my own self, i m ready now
Like molecules in constant motion, i m ready now, flying over fields and factories
Daddy s bringing home the bacon, like a million nervous tics
I m ready now, flying over fields and factories, i m ready now i m ready for this