I just wrote the hit of the year
turn up your radio and get outta here.
Daddy's now cooking for Saints:
it must be good for I hear no complaints!Mama's running with no wheel chair
she must be fast: she ruffles the Angels' hair...
Upon us not only sky,
but a bright, gentle, heavenly sky!You know I love you but I will let you go...
please come to my dreams, I can feel the touch of your wings
I will come up to you but I'll stay for a while
cos' I have to give my kids one more smile!Tears drove my boat up to you,
they disappeared how do I get off?
Your attitude to sin will bring you back
but just never give in!
You know I love you but I will let you go...
please come to my dreams, I can feel the touch of your wingsI will come up to you but I'll stay for a while
cos' I have to give my kids one more smile!
