| Song | Angel |
| Artist | Fleetwood Mac |
| Album | Tusk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Stevie Nicks Music:Stevie Nicks | |
| Sometimes | |
| The most beautiful things | |
| The most innocent things | |
| And many of those dreams | |
| Pass us by | |
| Keep passing us by | |
| You feel good | |
| I said it's funny that you understood | |
| I knew you would | |
| When you were good | |
| You were very, very good | |
| I still look up | |
| When you walk in the room | |
| I've the same wide eyes | |
| They tell the story | |
| Try not to reach out | |
| When you turn 'round | |
| And you say hello | |
| And we both pretend | |
| There was an end | |
| But there was no ending | |
| So I close my eyes softly | |
| Til I become that part of the wind | |
| That we all long for sometime | |
| And to those that I love | |
| Like a ghost through a fog | |
| Like a charmed hour | |
| And a haunted song | |
| And the angel of my dreams | |
| I still look up | |
| I try hard not to look up | |
| That girl was me | |
| Track a ghost through the fog | |
| A charmed hour, a haunted song | |
| Track a ghost through the fog, baby | |
| Ooh, you try hard | |
| But you'll never catch me, yeah |
| Lyrics: Stevie Nicks Music: Stevie Nicks | |
| Sometimes | |
| The most beautiful things | |
| The most innocent things | |
| And many of those dreams | |
| Pass us by | |
| Keep passing us by | |
| You feel good | |
| I said it' s funny that you understood | |
| I knew you would | |
| When you were good | |
| You were very, very good | |
| I still look up | |
| When you walk in the room | |
| I' ve the same wide eyes | |
| They tell the story | |
| Try not to reach out | |
| When you turn ' round | |
| And you say hello | |
| And we both pretend | |
| There was an end | |
| But there was no ending | |
| So I close my eyes softly | |
| Til I become that part of the wind | |
| That we all long for sometime | |
| And to those that I love | |
| Like a ghost through a fog | |
| Like a charmed hour | |
| And a haunted song | |
| And the angel of my dreams | |
| I still look up | |
| I try hard not to look up | |
| That girl was me | |
| Track a ghost through the fog | |
| A charmed hour, a haunted song | |
| Track a ghost through the fog, baby | |
| Ooh, you try hard | |
| But you' ll never catch me, yeah |
| Lyrics: Stevie Nicks Music: Stevie Nicks | |
| Sometimes | |
| The most beautiful things | |
| The most innocent things | |
| And many of those dreams | |
| Pass us by | |
| Keep passing us by | |
| You feel good | |
| I said it' s funny that you understood | |
| I knew you would | |
| When you were good | |
| You were very, very good | |
| I still look up | |
| When you walk in the room | |
| I' ve the same wide eyes | |
| They tell the story | |
| Try not to reach out | |
| When you turn ' round | |
| And you say hello | |
| And we both pretend | |
| There was an end | |
| But there was no ending | |
| So I close my eyes softly | |
| Til I become that part of the wind | |
| That we all long for sometime | |
| And to those that I love | |
| Like a ghost through a fog | |
| Like a charmed hour | |
| And a haunted song | |
| And the angel of my dreams | |
| I still look up | |
| I try hard not to look up | |
| That girl was me | |
| Track a ghost through the fog | |
| A charmed hour, a haunted song | |
| Track a ghost through the fog, baby | |
| Ooh, you try hard | |
| But you' ll never catch me, yeah |