Angeline
Dead artist syndromeNo more tears flow from the eyes that once were bright,
Heaven knows only fools believe that life is fair,
I was one of those who turned away in your despair.
It's much to late to say I'm sorry,
Now it's much to late to say goodbye,
It's much to late to say I love you, Angeline.
It doesn't matter how it started, and by who,
All I know is that, somehow, that it got to you,
You'd sit and listen as from my mouth the judgments fell on the victims who slipped away, cell by cell.
It's much to late to say I'm sorry,
Now it's much to late to say goodbye,
It's much to late to say I love you, Angeline.
As I walk underneath a cloudy sky, I ask myself will I ever know the reasons why,
A child of God had to die alone, in your tears,
Damn my soul to hell if I should turn my back in fear.
It's much to late to say I'm sorry,
Now it's much to late to say goodbye,
It's much to late to say I love you, Angeline,
It's much to late to say I'm sorry,
Now it's much to late to say goodbye,
It's much to late to say I love you, Angeline.
Angeline,
Met her in a club down in old Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola.
Girls will be boys, and girls will be boys,
It's a mixed-up gender, that shook up the world.
Angeline,
Angeline,
Holly flew from Miami f.l.a.,
Hitch-hiked her way across the USA,
La, la, la, Angeline