Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Music That The Angels Do, artist - Listener.
Date of issue: 30.09.2006
Song language: English
The Music That The Angels Do |
I want to be the insulin, the needle medicines instrument |
With every increment, killing it, filling it, then revealing that… |
Although presumptuous with the outcome |
Where doubt runs in large sums |
I speak the words given to me like spouts run |
Whispered through the moon |
Sky, fire, water, and the earth |
To these ears and eyes, aspired this father to birth |
Listeners, don’t be so sure when that time comes a knockin' |
That you haven’t been watching that wrong clock |
Tic talking to you, telling you |
«It's alright, It’s okay, follow me, forget what you’re doing let’s all go this |
way» |
But if you listen, if you really try to be that silent person |
You’ll know that you need some more time for rehearsing |
You’re on the clouds now, go there |
Don’t worry for us, you’re where you dreamed about |
Sung about, don’t think about us |
And although grim words reap what they sow, that you know |
As the angels sing their songs, so you know what you know |
You think you know, but you don’t because we all have to die |
And we fight it, we fight it like we can win against the sky |
Or time or death |
Or youth or earth or what we have |
It’s what the angels do for all it’s worth |
So here’s a stab |
It’s not rap, or rock it’s not pop or independent |
It’s the language of love |
And death with every remnant |
Scissors cuts paper |
Paper covers rock |
Rock crushes scissors |
And it all falls apart |
People it all falls apart and you’re left holding your heart |
Massaging it hard, but we can’t get it to start |
And they sing for us, but we don’t want to hear it |
They watch over us, and we hide our own spirit |
Well they do it all for love even though we’re all used |
It’s the music that the angels do |
Oh they sing for us, but all we seem to do is hide |
They watch over for us, and we keep it all inside |
See they do it for love, even though we’re all used |
It’s the music that the angels do |
(Huh!) |
You’re not drinking enough there, buddy |
To drown out the sound |
So take it easy there young one |
We’re all lost and found people |
With profound calling |
All bound and falling together |
But no matter whether your to my arm or to foot |
I’ll hold you out like you’re my heart |
And let people read this book |
It doesn’t have a sound |
But, Oh, i’ll let it fill my ears |
You can’t touch it, smell it, see it |
But it will bring you years |
Oh It’s knowledge, it’s wisdom |
It’s so much more than right now |
It’s in your breath |
It gives you life |
It’s the answer to all your how’s |
And I’m nothing |
I really believe that in the grand scheme of things |
I’m just doing my part |
Trying to say these things to you from my heart |
Let the tears drown out your thoughts |
And think closely of home |
And if you can’t compose yourself |
It’s best to compose a poem |
Right here where it’s empty |
From where it’s empty and hurting |
Let it float away like a feather |
Or whatever but without burden |
I’m a child, and so are you |
So let’s learn it all again |
Flip the page again |
And hit the stage of life again and again |
I’m not scared anymore |
It’s because of you who saw me through |
The music that the angels do |
I listen and translate what they say for you |