Дорогие друзья,

Песня записана поздней ночью, не так давно, в кабине над вершиной австрийских Альп... вместе с очень хорошими друзьями.

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Lindblom/Wollbeck/Zlanabitnig

I.

I need someone to tell me where to begin
She's got black hair
She's got white skin

I'm uninvited and I can not get in
I'm so out of touch
She's kind of thin

And I can be real and talk her out
When she's alone, and without a doubt
We can talk about life and sort it out

Chorus:

Angels where do they belong
Cos I'm reading her a lot like scripture
I don't know where she calls home
But I'm willing to paint her my picture

Oh my

Angels where do they belong
Where does she belong

II.

I need someone to tell me how to begin
How can I win
She's under my skin

A way for me to get my feet of the ground
My desire to fly
Is bringing me down

And I can be real and talk her out
When she's alone and without a doubt
We can talk about things that freak her out

Chorus

And I can be real and talk her out
When she's alone, and without a doubt
We can talk about life and sort it out

Chorus