Everything But The Wings
It’s hard to describe
You’re like nothing I’ve ever known in my life
Time is flowing from down deep the sunrise
So selfness and complete
A beauty in and out
All around you not a single cloud
Like the rain just stops before it hits ground
And puddles at your feet
Chorus:
You’re an angel
I know heaven wonders where you are
Like you fell off some old shining star
Right into my heart
An angel,
When I’m with you I feel like a king
Just like out of some old movie scene
An angel, everything but the wings
Looking at you
It’s hard to believe that you could feel the way I do
Never thought I’d find so much love we’re falling to
Or perfect or true
So never go away
If heaven calls you back just ask if you can stay
I never find someone to ever take your place
You know they only made a few
Chorus:
Cause you’re an angel
I know heaven wonders where you are
Like you fell of some old shining star
Riding to my heart
An angel,
When I’m with you I feel like a king
Just like out of some old movie scene
An angel, everything but the wings
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