Angels Lyrics - Singles - David Byrne

There are no angels left in America anymore 

They left after the Second World War heading west 

Stopping briefly in Japan during the 60's 

Then in Tianamen Square during the last decade 

They kept heading west to who knows where 

What are they after? 

What are they looking for? 

A messiah who never comes? 

A virgin birth? 

A perfect drug? 

A sign, any kind of sign? 

Anything that looks slightly out of the ordinary 

Flying over fields and factories 

Momma's going off her head 

Daddy's bringing home the bacon 

Open up the pearly gates 

Fruit of salty lubrication 

Tangled up in arms and legs 

I can barely touch the bottom 

Now I'm working up a sweat! 

I'm ready now 

I'm ready now 

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I can barely touch my own self 

How could I touch someone else? 

I am just an advertisement 

For a version of myself 

Like molecules in constant motion 

Like a million nervous tics 

I am quivering in anticipation 

Like the sunlight on their wings 

I'm ready now (don't look back) 

I'm ready now (I'm ready for this) 

I'm ready now 

The sensuous world - the smell of the sea 

The sweat off their wings - the fruit from the trees 

The angel inside - who will meet me tonight 

On wings of desire - I come back alive 

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I'm ready 

I'm ready (I put the dogs outside) 

I'm ready 

I'm ready (to take that ride) 

I'm ready now 

I'm ready now (to take that wine) 

I'm ready now but where are you?