Silver Wings
Take this weight up
off my shoulders.
It's gettin' late, so come on in. . . .
The weather's bad, it's gettin' colder
And tonight I need a friend.
I'm gettin' so damn tired of losin';
I wonder if I'll ever win.
I think of all the time I'm usin'
Waitin' for the good times to begin.
So before the dawn
comes calling
Help me ease my troubled mind.
Hold me close and let me love you
And we'll leave the world behind.
It's been too damn long in the darkness
And you look so good tonight:
Lay me down and make it better;
Bathe me in your gentle light.
Tonight you'll be my
angel.
Tonight we're gonna sing.
Take my wounded heart in your healing hands
And lift me on your silver wings.
Yeah tonight you'll
be my angel (sweet angel).
Ooh tonight we're gonna sing (gonna sing).
Take my wounded heart in your healing hand (ooh 'n' heal me),
And lift me on your silver wings: your silver wings,
Your silver wings,
your silver wings, your silver wings.
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