Artist: throwing muses
Song: angel
Year: 1989
I'm looking to you I hope more
And junk in my heart will be
I wanna stretch my skin around you
Let you stretch yourself but
I stop your hands each time
I stop you each time each times three
And save you each time
And save you
Angel falls to save your skin
She falls under
And she carries him with her
Carries him with her
And save you
It was a good night if she got up
When she fell down
And she found herself in bed alone
Spastically romantic
And we look for something weirder
Don't hate our bodies so bad
I'm looking to you I hope more
And junk in my pelvic bones
Will be each time each times three
And save you each time
And save you
Angel falls to save your skin
She falls under
And she carries him with her
Carries him with her
Angel falls to save your skin
