of my heart I walk it up Walkin' blind Walkin' blind All I heard was him All I saw were eyes By the world begun I walk it down Walkin' blind Walkin' blind Angel falling, angel
when darkness filled me with expectation could not see things straight or find my angel I was a lost soul without a road map and out of body experience
this and dust could sanitize Gonna see in earth all edge Wishing I was at the where all dull razors all began Shoulder only angel seven half of every golden
angels sing, sing, sing Hear the angels Heavenly angels sing, sing (Hear the angels sing) Heavenly angels sing, sing Hear the angels sing (Heavenly angels) Heavenly angels
is this who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? So bring him incense, gold
you left me Yes, blue must be the color of the blues There's a rainbow overhead with more blue than gold and red Blue must be the color angels choose
will soon be together My darling Angel eyes, I'll be beside you Through the night you called me your angel eyes Angel eyes, child of the morning Your angel
time for one last breath you'll find a little faith waiting in there. It's hard to find a reason for the suffereing and pain even those with hearts of gold
On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and Angels
like thunder Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice I'd like to know you better, and that's no lie Hey pretty lady, what's your name and number? You're an angel from
Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel
's over. (RIFF) TINCHY STRYDER: They better let me go, let me loose, I'm frozen cold, my veins are blue, Hell to home but satan prove, Good as gold, my angels
life, ain't no lookin back Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my chest Walkin with the shadow of death Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
every heart Guided by the holy light of the brightest star Baby Jesus lying in a manger full of hay Gifts of gold lay at His feet as all the angels sang
gold (woooah woooah) In search of the pot of gold [Verse 1] There's a mother out there right now, About to have the next LeBron, Searchin' for a pot of gold
From the Great Salt Lakes of Utah To California's golden shore Colorado and Nevada Through the deserts burnin' door While she's circlin' through the
Last night I dreamed of Heaven and I saw my mother there Standing with all the angels on a golden stair I thought I heard her whisper welcome home my
judgment day you'll weep and you'll cry When the pale horse and his rider goes by When that trumpet sounds on the sinners below Not even the angels