| Song | The Crash Of Angel Wings |
| Artist | The Waterboys |
| Album | Book Of Lightning |
| 作词 : Scott | |
| Here she comes | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| Swinging her skirts | |
| And talking in spurts | |
| Sailing high | |
| In her ship of the sky | |
| Being found | |
| Broken on the ground | |
| But when she sings | |
| I hear the crash of angel wings | |
| When she sings I hear the crash of wings | |
| On Sundays she walks | |
| On cut glass and rocks | |
| On Monday she falls | |
| From the sheerest of walls | |
| On Tuesday she screams | |
| Black words in her dreams | |
| On Friday she lies | |
| And a part of her dies | |
| But when she sings | |
| I hear the crash of angel wings | |
| When she sings I hear the crash of wings | |
| Here she comes | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| She's swinging her skirts | |
| She's talking in spurts | |
| Now she's reading my books | |
| Now she's giving me looks | |
| As she slips and sways | |
| Through murmering days | |
| And when she sings | |
| I hear the crash of angel wings | |
| When she sings | |
| I hear the crash of angel wings | |
| When she sings I hear the crash of wings | |
| Here she comes | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| Here she comes | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| Like rumbling drums |
| zuò cí : Scott | |
| Here she comes | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| Swinging her skirts | |
| And talking in spurts | |
| Sailing high | |
| In her ship of the sky | |
| Being found | |
| Broken on the ground | |
| But when she sings | |
| I hear the crash of angel wings | |
| When she sings I hear the crash of wings | |
| On Sundays she walks | |
| On cut glass and rocks | |
| On Monday she falls | |
| From the sheerest of walls | |
| On Tuesday she screams | |
| Black words in her dreams | |
| On Friday she lies | |
| And a part of her dies | |
| But when she sings | |
| I hear the crash of angel wings | |
| When she sings I hear the crash of wings | |
| Here she comes | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| She' s swinging her skirts | |
| She' s talking in spurts | |
| Now she' s reading my books | |
| Now she' s giving me looks | |
| As she slips and sways | |
| Through murmering days | |
| And when she sings | |
| I hear the crash of angel wings | |
| When she sings | |
| I hear the crash of angel wings | |
| When she sings I hear the crash of wings | |
| Here she comes | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| Here she comes | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| Like rumbling drums | |
| Like rumbling drums |