FLY DARK ANGEL 


I'm a gypsy 
I'm a stroller 
I'm a sailor lost at sea 
I've walked on a tightrope 
I've fallen but survived 
Trying always to be so kind 
But losing out to peace of mind

I was left at the circus 
When the big top was pulled down 
Always trying to show the two faces of a clown 
Humble pie crumbles in my mouth 
Why my prides left on the shelf 

 God how we feel 
 With the wind in short supply 
 Birds can sing the morning hymn 
 Days of grey, nights of black 
 Wishing wells and bells of hell 
 Fly dark angel fly 
 Fly away 

So you want to be a hero 
Then over the top you go 
A bullet frightened soldier 
A deserted warrior 
Everythings an opposite 
Your joker is your one card trick 

 God how we feel 
 With the wind in short supply 
 Birds can sing the morning hymn 
 Days of grey, nights of black 
 Wishing wells and bells of hell 
 Fly dark angel fly 
 Fly away 

Birds can sing the morning hymn 
Days of grey, nights of black 
Wishing wells and bells of hell 
Fly dark angel fly 
Fly away 

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