Tác giả : Jim Caroll
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
I was underneath the staircase 
I was talking with my angel 
He said that beauty is only terror 
You know, when terror is just beginning 
I thought i heard some footsteps 
Lorraine, she was coming 
But she's been feelin' real sick lately 
She been kickin' down her habit 
 
So i went around to see her 
I had the angel in my pocket 
She had jewels between her fingers 
And there was blood across lou's carpet 
 
But i know that she's feelin' better . . . 
I saw her walking to the market 
 
She went down 
The sharp black hole 
She wants to die just to save her soul . . . 
 
But she wants to live 
She wants to start her band 
She swears the stage is god's left hand 
 
So i'm sitting in the cellar 
Beneath my dark apartment 
I had the angel on my shoulder 
You know, his wings were kinda shattered 
 
He plays with broken mirrors 
And he said that he just saw sally 
And that sally was with lorraine 
And they were playing in the alley 
 
So i went around to see them 
Ahhh . . . they were doing it together 
 
And there was a little blood across the concrete . . . 
I know they were feeling better . . . 
 
They got straight 
They understand 
They wanted to die but now they got plans 
They want to live; they want to start their band 
They swear the stage is god's left hand 
 
I'm waiting in the lobby 
The angel dropped the mirror 
But he still insists that beauty . . . 
That beauty is just one part of terror 
 
There's a painting on the ceiling 
Of a dog . . . he had eyes like rubies, 
And then the angel just remembered 
That lorraine was at the movies 
 
I found her in the back aisle 
There was blood across the next seat 
When she reached out to touch me 
I thought that that that was so sweet 
 
So i stuck her with my finger 
It was like a knife through leather 
She had a song along her eyelid 
 
 
I know she was feeling better 
 
She got straight 
She understand 
She wanted to die but now she got plans 
 
She want to live 
She want to start her band 
She swear the stage is god's left hand . . .