Polly Paulusma

Esta podia ser a música que representasse o momento, mas não é. Gosto da música, gosto da voz, gosta da letra. São apenas gostos.

I was made to love you

In the sky I see angels flying all over town
they've got names in their
pockets of lovers lost and found
if I send you my angel, would you send yours to me?
if our angels collide in the sky, you'll say it was meant to be...

...and days blank like they bleached them
and nights outline air like
static on the phone
and you say that you feel them,
but the words you
picked so carefully keep coming out all wrong
so I'll write them in light
and I'll carve them in stone
I was made for loving you
I was put on
this sweet earth too,
I was made to love you

in the air I hear gunfire, going off in the hills. Clocks are ticking,
the battle is nearing, I'm fending them off with these pills.
if you're
stuck in the front line, would you charm your way out?
you might like the
idea of the kill, but you don't know what dying's about.... (chorus)

In the sky I see angels flying all over town
they've got drugs in their
pockets, to keep us all on the ground.
I won't send you my angel; angels
only deceive.
Spit the pills out feed fuel to your fear
and fly away
with me (chorus)