Angel

They call me angel
they call me angel of the dark
and maybe it is
maybe it is a good remark
They call me angel
they call me angel of the dark
and I guess
I´m not a flower in a park
I like stars, I like night
I don´t really need the light, - I´m a starchild
when a blackbird sing a tune
I sit down, watch teh moon, - the Angel gets wild
Morning comes I can rest
that+s the time I´m sleeping best, - in the sunlight
I can dream, fly away
that´s why people always say: child of the night
Maybe I´ll later on spread my wings and fly
Tryin´to find someone kind who´ll realize why
They call me angel
They call me angel of the dark
They call me angel
They call me angel
a.s.o.

[Text & Musik: Py Bäckman]