Angel Songtext

von Think About Mutation

Newspaper eyes and different glowing shoes
You have to feel alright
And you're not shocked about the TV-rules
Kate Winslet without mood
There she goes
On ways called temper
Spell these words
And crawl inside
She looks like lyrics of a Björk record
This is her access code
She wants to know what love is, that's a curse
Jump at the train of thought
Show your world
At spotlight-dinners
Nervous glamour
Rocks you right
Spell these words
You faithless chicken without chance
A tasty rumour in a trance
Long goodbyes
And issues without attitude
I guess, that's what you really need
There she goes
On ways called temper
Spell these words
And crawl inside
Eat your words
You're an angel without attitude
You sunset for a boring dude
That's your life
You're an angel without attitude
A sunset for a boring dude
An angel without attitude...