كلمات Something About Angels

Something about playwrights Roaring through the dead of night She leans her head back Closes her eyes I asked her name, she said Something about angels You know I never forgot And maybe everyone Is here for everyone else 'Cause all we are Is searching for what's inside ourselves You have hands just like mine Lips that smile, eyes that cry Oh I want to feel your heart Beating next to mine And maybe everyone Is here for everyone else 'Cause all I am Is searching for what's inside myself And maybe everyone Is here for everyone else 'Cause you and I Are searching for what's inside ourselves All we are is searching for what's inside