Like awaking from some lonesome rift,
these bones know not of friendship.
I'm a pilferer, no I'm not, I'm a liar,
just show my name lit up in lights!
So take a glimpse and have a peer
at the pressure on this humble man.
Hear the smashes of glass, hear the shackles
bind him to the flashing van.
It's a feeling that's inside,
a mutuality to find.
If this is what one really is,
Mother was right.
Save your prayers for me:
a petty thief, a vagabond.
And now to find a friend.
If I am how he made me,
a crowned jewel,
a baby in a golden basket,
I'm an angel without wings!
Find my friend...
Like a pigeon to the plague,
my mind already made.
Just a virgin boy so shy
who fell at the sight of green eyes.
It's a feeling that's inside,
a mutuality to find.
And if she closed her eyes,
she'd see her angel lies in me.
Save your prayers for me:
a petty thief, a vagabond.
And now to find a friend.
If I am how he made me,
a caged fool, an arrow with no direction,
I'm an angel without wings!
Find my friend...
Lying under stars with you,
lying on the sand with you.
We escaped my life, now this starts our war.
Be my wife, crash me on the shore,
be the friend I never needed more
and make the son we'll never love more.
Save your prayers for me,
a petty thief or your soulmate.
I'm an angel without wings,
found my friend...
