Angels - The Jazz Butcher

International caller on my line;

Tomorrow’s just another distance

Put in a call to a friend of mine

Just to say hello

But

What if there were angels?

Oh, sometimes i swear that I can see them there:

Making jokes and wearing black

And speaking English just like me;

Bright and kind and young and good

So come on, you

I know that we could still be that way

What do you say?

It’s two a.m. and I’m feeling fine

Staying up late with these men of mine

I’ve seen the angels and the things they do and every one

Just makes me think of you

So come on

Making jokes and wearing black

And wearing black and wearing black

And they’re right and good and wearing black

And just like you

And

Always on my mind

Just the whole time

Angels

I can see them

Here they come now

There’s thousands of them

They’re bearing you up

They’re holding you up

I want to hold you in my arms