Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel of 14th Street, artist - Counting Crows.
Date of issue: 20.05.2021
Song language: English
Angel of 14th Street |
Broadway traffic streaming light |
She came from California |
Running from daylight into |
This endless electric twilight |
And when she dies a ghost is born |
Singing «Get up! |
Get up! |
Get up! |
Get up out of your memories! |
Get out of the sunlight |
Get out of that sleeping western town» |
Got a little bit of running for you now |
Got a little way to run |
To answer all our hopes and fears |
A king is leaving Union Square |
Did we leave the light on? |
Does he need a light on? |
The king is screaming highway songs |
Of blood and lies |
Of hope and wrong |
Did he leave a light on? |
Does h need a light on? |
Yesterday when w get older |
We’ll look back on all the times |
He had you putting a face on |
Instead of just walking away |
So paint your face black and blue again |
Wake up! |
Wake up! |
Wake up! |
Wake up new and |
Put on the clothes that make you feel like you’re not broken |
He put a little bit of color in your eye |
You got a little bit of color |
To answer all our hopes & prayers |
An angel sang in Union Square |
Did she leave the light on? |
Do we need a light on? |
The congregation came to stare |
To touch her dress |
To pull her hair |
They tore her clothes and left her there |
Did she need a light on? |
Do we need a light on? |
Do we need a light on? |
Do we need a light on? |
These daydream nations won’t come true |
The ghosts you made up ghosted you |
The angel learns to live with |
Things that make her feel uneasy |
And after all the dreaming’s done |
She screams «Wake up! |
Wake up! |
Wake up! |
Wake up! |
This is a recording |
A ghost of England |
Awake in a dream of America» |
You see him coming out the corner of your eye |
You can hear him breathing when he runs |
The King of all our hopes and fears |
His train departing Union Square |
Just moved to somewhere South of here |
Did he leave a light on? |
Her feathers stale with sex and beer |
The angel of the pavement cries |
«If god is dead, why am I here? |
Did he leave a light on |
For me? |
Did he leave a light on |
For me? |
Did he leave a light on |
For me? |
Did he leave a light on |
For me?» |