Текст песни Fly Dark Angel

I'm a gypsy I'm a stroller I'm a sailor lost at sea I've walked on a tightrope I've fallen but survived Trying always to be so kind But losing out to peace of mind I was left at the circus When the big top was pulled down Always trying to show the two faces of a clown Humble pie crumbles in my mouth Why my prides left on the shelf God how we feel With the wind in short supply Birds can sing the morning hymn Days of grey, nights of black Wishing wells and bells of hell Fly dark angel fly Fly away So you want to be a hero Then over the top you go A bullet frightened soldier A deserted warrior Everythings an opposite Your joker is your one card trick God how we feel With the wind in short supply Birds can sing the morning hymn Days of grey, nights of black Wishing wells and bells of hell Fly dark angel fly Fly away Birds can sing the morning hymn Days of grey, nights of black Wishing wells and bells of hell Fly dark angel fly Fly away