Songtexte When I Dream of Michelangelo - Counting Crows
You know I don't like you, but you want to be my friend
Well, there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings
It's okay, I'm angry, but you'll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo, they hang above your hands
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin again
And I can't see why you wanna talk to me
When your vision of America is crystalline and clean
I want a white bread life, just something ignorant and plain
But from the walls of Michelangelo, I'm dangling again
And I know that she is not my friend
And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin, again and again
Saturn on a line, a sun afire on strings and wires
To spin above my head and make it right
But any time you like, you can catch a sight of angel eyes
All emptiness and infinite
And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close, as we are led to understand
And I know, she is not my friend
And I know 'cause there she goes walking, walking, walking
And I know that she is not my friend
And I know 'cause there she goes walking on my skin, again and again
Oh, my-my
Oh, Lord, no
Yes, she's walking on my skin, again and again
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