So don't talk to me of wild wild angels, Wild wild angels on the skyways, Those wild wild angels on the highways of your life, 'Cos it's people like you who never knew, What wild wild angels have to face.
Now some men like the fishin', and some men like the fowlin', And some men like ta hear, a cannon ball a roarin', Me I like sleepin', specially in my Molly's chamber.
I hear voices all singing, But no one's there... It's the ghost of my life, Bringing past tense to mind. Lock and key here ties me From the freedom and sin.
Every dream that I dream Seems to float on by Like a cloud in the wind Way up in the sky. Every move that I make Seems to be the wrong way Like a cold black night After a summer's day.
I'll give you every thing I can. I'll build your dreams with these two hands. We'll hang some memories on the walls. And when there's silver in your hair, You won't have to ask if I still care, 'Cus as the time turns the page, my love won't age at all.
