There's an angel that roosts up on our roof Can you see him cooing down His comfort on our heads at night? Above his canopied wings I hear him singing Can you hear him ringing out In echo 'cross the fire-flashed night?
Our house is a womb, a warm cocoon Cradling us like jewels Right at the heart of it, cupping us Like holy water in a silver spoon And all the half-baked beauty and truth That's scattered 'round its rooms Throb in perfect unison radiate An undulating "Hallelujah"
I can't say if our angel's gonna stay up there forever Who he prays to, ruminating on our shiny rooftop But I know some who would shoo away Their feather-fettered guardian, rip the rafters Torch the table, tear the tiles off
This house is a womb, a warm cocoon Cradling us like jewels Right at the heart of it, cupping us Like water in a silver spoon And all the beauty and truth That's scattered 'round its rooms Throb in perfect unison Radiate an escalating "Hallelujah!" A halle-hallelujahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.