| Song | I Want the Angel |
| Artist | Jim Carroll |
| Album | Runaway |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carroll, Linsley | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose dreams are fatal | |
| They cause the snake's milk to run and curdle | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose darkness doubles | |
| It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles | |
| I want the angel | |
| That will not shatter | |
| Every time i whisper, "girl it does not matter" | |
| I want the angel | |
| Who's got the proof | |
| She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof | |
| I want the angel | |
| That comes to stay | |
| She don't let lawyers and ambition lead her away | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose eyes are raving | |
| Who takes what i'm giving and not what i'm saving | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose bones are so sharp | |
| That they can break through their own excuses | |
| Well, to be a blind man, | |
| Hey, that would be a fine thing | |
| Then i could dream at night of total strangers | |
| And all the music would be so spaceless | |
| And all the women would be so faceless, | |
| They'd be so faceless they'd be like old film | |
| Just like old film i never did process | |
| I want the angel | |
| That knows the sky | |
| She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye | |
| I want the angel | |
| That's partly lame | |
| She filters clarity from her desperate shame | |
| I want the angel | |
| That knows rejection | |
| Who's like a whore in love with her own reflection | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose touch don't miss | |
| When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss | |
| If i could break through i could be certain | |
| But this obsession is like some fiery curtain | |
| All the numbers reduced to zero | |
| And those who died young, they are my heroes | |
| They are my heroes, they took the walk | |
| Where the heart made sense and the mind can't talk | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose child don't weep | |
| She's got dreams designed for eternal sleep | |
| I want the angel | |
| That will not change | |
| Into a four-legged monster in love with the strange | |
| I want the angel | |
| That never chooses | |
| And don't come running back every time she loses | |
| But i want the angel that never loses |
| zuo ci : Carroll, Linsley | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose dreams are fatal | |
| They cause the snake' s milk to run and curdle | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose darkness doubles | |
| It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles | |
| I want the angel | |
| That will not shatter | |
| Every time i whisper, " girl it does not matter" | |
| I want the angel | |
| Who' s got the proof | |
| She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof | |
| I want the angel | |
| That comes to stay | |
| She don' t let lawyers and ambition lead her away | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose eyes are raving | |
| Who takes what i' m giving and not what i' m saving | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose bones are so sharp | |
| That they can break through their own excuses | |
| Well, to be a blind man, | |
| Hey, that would be a fine thing | |
| Then i could dream at night of total strangers | |
| And all the music would be so spaceless | |
| And all the women would be so faceless, | |
| They' d be so faceless they' d be like old film | |
| Just like old film i never did process | |
| I want the angel | |
| That knows the sky | |
| She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye | |
| I want the angel | |
| That' s partly lame | |
| She filters clarity from her desperate shame | |
| I want the angel | |
| That knows rejection | |
| Who' s like a whore in love with her own reflection | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose touch don' t miss | |
| When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss | |
| If i could break through i could be certain | |
| But this obsession is like some fiery curtain | |
| All the numbers reduced to zero | |
| And those who died young, they are my heroes | |
| They are my heroes, they took the walk | |
| Where the heart made sense and the mind can' t talk | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose child don' t weep | |
| She' s got dreams designed for eternal sleep | |
| I want the angel | |
| That will not change | |
| Into a fourlegged monster in love with the strange | |
| I want the angel | |
| That never chooses | |
| And don' t come running back every time she loses | |
| But i want the angel that never loses |
| zuò cí : Carroll, Linsley | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose dreams are fatal | |
| They cause the snake' s milk to run and curdle | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose darkness doubles | |
| It absorbs the brilliance of all my troubles | |
| I want the angel | |
| That will not shatter | |
| Every time i whisper, " girl it does not matter" | |
| I want the angel | |
| Who' s got the proof | |
| She signals her devotion from the rails on the roof | |
| I want the angel | |
| That comes to stay | |
| She don' t let lawyers and ambition lead her away | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose eyes are raving | |
| Who takes what i' m giving and not what i' m saving | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose bones are so sharp | |
| That they can break through their own excuses | |
| Well, to be a blind man, | |
| Hey, that would be a fine thing | |
| Then i could dream at night of total strangers | |
| And all the music would be so spaceless | |
| And all the women would be so faceless, | |
| They' d be so faceless they' d be like old film | |
| Just like old film i never did process | |
| I want the angel | |
| That knows the sky | |
| She got virtue, she got the parallel light in her eye | |
| I want the angel | |
| That' s partly lame | |
| She filters clarity from her desperate shame | |
| I want the angel | |
| That knows rejection | |
| Who' s like a whore in love with her own reflection | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose touch don' t miss | |
| When the blood comes through the dropper like a thick red kiss | |
| If i could break through i could be certain | |
| But this obsession is like some fiery curtain | |
| All the numbers reduced to zero | |
| And those who died young, they are my heroes | |
| They are my heroes, they took the walk | |
| Where the heart made sense and the mind can' t talk | |
| I want the angel | |
| Whose child don' t weep | |
| She' s got dreams designed for eternal sleep | |
| I want the angel | |
| That will not change | |
| Into a fourlegged monster in love with the strange | |
| I want the angel | |
| That never chooses | |
| And don' t come running back every time she loses | |
| But i want the angel that never loses |