Dan Bigras
Miscellaneous
There Are More Angels in the Sky
While the birds soar
Over the city
I see his skin fading
Her fragile air
Every day on the street corner
I feel cold for her
In the melted snow
I draw her wings
And I think she's flying away
Above the city
Leaves her country of alcohol
And goes into exile
Throws her bad words again
Push the clouds
Looking at us from above
With their wild eyes
There are more angels in the sky
Than sick birds
Nests in the skyscrapers
Or in the barricades
There are no more angels in the sky
Her coat flaps in the wind
She flaps her wings
In her clothes too big
The turtle dove
I imagine her on top
Flying far away
She would say she is hot
I would be a witness to it
There are more angels in the sky
Than sick birds
Nests in skyscrapers
Or in barricades
There are more angels in the sky
I feel like she's laughing
And she feels better
When I send her away from here
In the foggy sky
br/>Every day on the corner
On the sidewalk
In the melted snow
His despair
There are no more angels in the sky
Only sick birds
Nests in skyscrapers
Or in barricades
I fly away with her

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