Too Many Angels (LP版)

Too Many Angels (LP版) - Jackson Browne (傑克遜·布朗)

There's an angel on a ribbon

Hanging from the armoire door

There's a cupid with his feet crossed

On the bird cage by the door

There's a baby angel drummer

His eyes are open wide

Two more tiny cherubs

On the mantle side by side

Too many angels

Seen me crying

Too many angels

Have heard you lying

There are photographs of children

All in their silver frames

On the window sills and tabletops

Lit by candle flames

And upon their angel faces

Life's expectations climb

Where the moment has preserved them

From the ravages of time

Too many angels

Seen me crying

Too many angels

Have heard you lying

Bring the morning on

Voices sing of day

I want to step out in the morning sun

Through the flood of tears

I want this darkness gone

Your sweet face appears

These apparitions coming one by one

There's no end in sight

Only the dead of night

Too many angels

Too many angels

Seen me crying

Too many angels

Have heard you lying

Too many angels

Bring the morning on

Voices sing of day

I want to step out in the morning sun

Through the flood of tears

I want to greet the dawn

Cast away these fears

Forget about the things we could have done

Bring the morning on

Voices sing of day

I want to watch the children as they run

Through the broken years

I want this darkness gone

Your sweet face appears

These apparitions coming one by one

There's no end in sight

Only the dead of night

Too many angels

Too many angels

Too many angels