prayer [chorus :] You're the angel White as the winter You're the angel Forever You're the angel White as the winter You're the angel Forever So far
here in the sun, in the snow, in the rain, there is a voice repeating the same. words about my life will end. saying them over and over again. (oh, oh
I spotted you out in a bad place Pock marks and scars Painted on your face Talked to me, charmed me Bought me a Bacardi Asked please to walk me home
're the angel You're the angel You're the angel White as the winter You're the angel You're the angel You're the angel Forever You're the angel You'
dove well into my cups And wrote you a note full of wonderful smut The things I'll do to you for us will be Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel
Tradução: Spirit Of The West. Ángel celestial.
(feat. Chris Gordon (Deckard)) Here in the sun, in the snow, in the rain, there is a voice repeating the same. words about my life will end. saying
When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! From God our heavenly Father A blessed angel
Please meet me tonight alone For I have a sad story to tell you It's a story that's never been told Oh, if I had wings like an angel Through the heavenly
we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy, Comfort and joy, O tidings of comfort and joy! From God our heavenly Father A blessed angel came;
about by meeting the love of your life." - Sharon Going crazy in the middle of the night Slipping, sliding into heavenly bliss Fallen angel spinning from the light Slipping sliding into heavenly
: Going crazy in the middle of the night Slipping, sliding into heavenly bliss Fallen angel spinning from the light Slipping sliding into heavenly lace
Did nothing take in scorn O tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy From God our heavenly Father A blessed angel came
sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell Her face She will outblind them all That heavenly
in my heart stand still regardless of the cost to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly
