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Tim Booth & Angelo Badalamenti – The Dance Of Bad Angels

What a journey so hard to describe
Your harbour so small the ocean so wide
Spin the wheel, spin the wheel go wherever she spins
Surrender to this wave that’s rolling in

Homing fingers starting to dig
Raising expectations lifting the lid
There’s a show going down going deeper within
I long to lose myself inside your skin

What a feeling under the stars
My body’s rotating from venus through mars
There’s a war going on between my head and my heart
I wonder how they grew so far apart

I’m so shaken, about to explode
The myth of kissing princes as they turn into toads
There’s a war going on between the sun and the moon
Before they come to terms we’ll be consumed

Oh my god, please take me now
I’m ready for ascension if I only knew how
Give me wings give me wings now I’m stuck on the ground
Recieve this blood and bones I’m homeward bound

See the statue growing wings
This singer was a virgin until he conceived
God is love, god is love and her lover I’ll be
I long to leave the world in ecstacy

Dance with me around this fire
The dance of bad angels who’d love to fly higher
God is love, god is love and her lover I’ll be
I long to leave the world in ecstacy