He sits on his window sill,
Staring at the sky,
He wears a paper hat cause' it's his birthday for just five more minutes,
What is he looking for?
What is he looking for?

There's a speck in the distance and it's slowly getting larger,
He sees her massive wings beating faster beating harder like his heart,
She's what he's looking for,
She's what he's looking for,
And she lands her asks her.

What's it like being an angel? She replies,
The hours are atrocious and my wings are getting tired, He said,
Why don't you stop being an angel run away with me,
We'll go and live with in Oxfordshire make jigsaws and drink cups of tea,
All day long,
All day long.

Well she liked the way he smiled so she tucked her wings behind her back,
And they moved away to Oxfordshire,
Moved into a tiny flat,
And relished in each others company,
But things were not to be,
She missed the feel of open skies and stars beneath her feet,
And they couldn't work their kettle so they never had their cups of tea,
And she was miserable,
And her was miserable as well,
And she said,

Oh how I miss being an angel how I long to fly,
What even makes it worse is I know you've been so kind to me but,
I can't stop being an angel I can't change,
Whether Oxfordshire or Aberdeen I'll always be the same,
Through and through,
Through and through.

She will always be his angel in his eyes,
And he'll always sit on window sills staring at the sky,
All night long,
All night long.

La canción fue subida el 29 de Octubre de 2009 a las 16:25 horas. Consulta toda la información de David Gibb en Alternative Volume.

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