The sidewalk's cracked and dirty face Is looking up from underneath my feet It's staring at the hallow broken boy Who's lost and wandering these city
We fell in love underneath a Michelangelo sky We saw the same things in the shapes of the clouds rolling by A blanket of leaves and the soft summer wind
Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were older You were looking like Picasso With a scar across your shoulder You were kneeling by the
You know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend There are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings It's okay, I'm angry but you'll
We fell in love underneath a Michelangelo sky We say the same things in the shapes of the clouds rolling by A blanket of leave and the soft summer wind
A still-life portrait, a view from my window Touched by innocence now fading away Into a quiet storm of the tears of the angels Falling around me as I
Michaelangelo Was giving a one man show He had statues with such feeling He had his Cistine Chapel ceiling People came from Cocamo Just to see this one
Michaelangelo was a genius Artist, architect, physician The darling of the Florentine scene Inventor, scientist, mathematician But less well-known are
Michaelangelo was a genius Artist, architect, physician The darling of the florentine scene Inventor, scientist, mathematician But less well-known are
Words by Jen Foster & Kathy Scott Music by Jen Foster Black is only black until you light a candle Stone is only stone until you take a hammer And this
Michaelangelo Was giving a one man show He had statues with feeling He had his Sistine Chapel Ceiling People came from Kokomo Just to see this one man
The sidewalk's cracked and dirty face Is look up from underneath my feet, It's staring at the hallow, broken boy, Who's lost and wandering these same
Visione del silenzio Angolo vuoto Pagina senza parole Una lettera scritta Sopra un viso Di pietra e vapore Amore Inutile finestra
(Belinda Carlisle/Charlotte Caffey) A still-life portrait A view from my window Touched by innocence Now fading away Into a quiet storm Of the tears
(Emmylou Harris/Rodney Crowell) Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were older You were looking like Picasso With a scar across your shoulder
Well you know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend Well, there are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings It's ok I'm angry
Перевод: Бейсайд. Говоря о Микеланджело.