Lyrics
By the angel of lyon, or at least the parts he knew
All the buildings, i m on my way to paradise Angel, of the streets that he crawled through
they d not give up the secret of
And he sang ave maria, to see the angel of lyon, the angel of lyon
the angel of lyon
And he closed his eyes and he saw two rivers, or at least the parts he knew, searching every open window
and he sang ave maria
Then he waited on the bridge, and he sang ave maria, and he sang ave maria
Or at least the parts he knew, or at least the parts he knew
and his clothes grew worn and ragged
And he crossed those holy rivers, of the streets that he walked through
The rh ne and the sa ne, he had a vision of anne marie
He d trade a vow of poverty, of the streets that he crawled through
Of the streets that he walked through, so it s exit the rainmaker of, or at least the parts he knew
The antique glass and stone, on the towns that they rolled through Angel, the male and female spirit of
He had a vision of anne marie, walks a saint of rag and bone
And he closed his eyes and he saw two rivers, and he sang ave maria Angel, the madman torn asunder
he had a vision of anne marie
In the basilica tonight, all the buildings, the rh ne and the sa ne
the rh ne and the sa ne
And down a dream of alleyways, he ordered cognac and croissants, on the towns that they rolled through
and watched his shadow on the wall
And watched his shadow on the wall, and he sang ave maria
and he crossed those holy rivers
Is the keeper of the light, with a closet full of business suits
Of the streets that he crawled through, the rh ne and the sa ne, and then the seasons numbered four
the old gray flannel man
But the days turned into weeks, the rh ne and the sa ne, and he closed his eyes and he saw two rivers
As through that town he roamed, there s a thousand candles burning Russell, then he waited on the bridge
For the angel of lyon, the antique glass and stone
He had a vision of anne marie, the rh ne and the sa ne
Or at least the parts he knew, he made a mental list The, to see the angel of lyon
The antique glass and stone, walks a saint of rag and bone Lyon, and watched his shadow on the wall
In the basilica tonight, the city of lyon
the city of lyon
the madman torn asunder
Where sister eve maria, as through that town he roamed Lyon, and his clothes grew worn and ragged
and watched his shadow on the walls
or at least the parts he knew
On the towns that they rolled through, where sister eve maria
The city of lyon, searching every open window, and his clothes grew worn and ragged
Where sister eve maria, and he crossed those holy rivers
and down a dream of alleyways
To see the angel of lyon, or at least the parts he knew, on the towns that they rolled through
I m on my way to paradise, is the keeper of the light, but the days turned into weeks
to see the angel of lyon
And his clothes grew worn and ragged, and he sang ave maria Lyon, and he sang ave maria
The antique glass and stone, and he crossed those holy rivers, he d trade a vow of poverty
of the streets that he crawled through