Christine and the Queens, Madonna - Angels crying in my bed lyrics
[Christine and the Queens, Madonna - Angels crying in my bed lyrics]
Is it really sweet to be this lost?
Is it really worth it?
Is it really good to feel that sad?
Will I ever outcome it?
I saw you in my dream, it wasn't so bad
But then we didn't kiss
Is it really love or is it blood
Drippin' of my wrists?
Ooh, ah ah, as I fall
Ooh, ah ah, I can hear the sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
I want golden feathers
If they spring from my back
Oh, Lord, I want them golden
Ooh, ah ah, as I fall
Ooh, ah ah, I can hear the sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
And maybe we will almost fall in love
I will look into his eyes, and he into mine
My one singlе eye
The unfortunatе other blinded by
A punishing slap
And we will agree that love can be blind
And he, healthy boy, well-fed
White with his rosy cheeks
Will wonder about me, pity my bony body
Those thin ribs, and worry
And feel my twisted ears
And the scars on my hands
Reminders of the flirtation
Of my skin, and the cruel volcano
And perhaps lift my skirt
Before he learns the greater horrors
I own him the truth of me
So I will say to him: end quote
I went to school, end quote
Is it really worth it?
Is it really good to feel that sad?
Will I ever outcome it?
I saw you in my dream, it wasn't so bad
But then we didn't kiss
Is it really love or is it blood
Drippin' of my wrists?
Ooh, ah ah, as I fall
Ooh, ah ah, I can hear the sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
I want golden feathers
If they spring from my back
Oh, Lord, I want them golden
Ooh, ah ah, as I fall
Ooh, ah ah, I can hear the sweet sound
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
Of angels crying in my bed
Angels crying in my bed
And maybe we will almost fall in love
I will look into his eyes, and he into mine
My one singlе eye
The unfortunatе other blinded by
A punishing slap
And we will agree that love can be blind
And he, healthy boy, well-fed
White with his rosy cheeks
Will wonder about me, pity my bony body
Those thin ribs, and worry
And feel my twisted ears
And the scars on my hands
Reminders of the flirtation
Of my skin, and the cruel volcano
And perhaps lift my skirt
Before he learns the greater horrors
I own him the truth of me
So I will say to him: end quote
I went to school, end quote