August 10, 2010 by Abode Camp in Counting Crows

Miller’s Angels


Miller’s angels in black and white
Welcome everyone in
Children dreaming of wrong and right
Wrapped in grace and in sin

They come out of the blue sky
They come out of the blue
They come out of the blue sky
But you never know where they’re gonna go
Hey romeo

Miller’s fingers are traveling down the length of her thigh
But Miller’s mind is still wandering
Staring up at the sky

They come out of the blue sky
They come out of the blue
They come out of the blue sky
But you never know where they’re gonna go
Hey romeo

Don’t, don’t come around here

Miller’s angels are hovering in between the earth and the sun
In the shadow of god’s unwavering love
I am a fortunate son

They come out of the blue sky
They come out of the blue
They come out of the blue sky
But you never know where they’re gonna go

Hey romeo






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