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When I Dream Of Michelangelo

Counting Crows

Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings


You know
I don't like you
But you want to be
My friend
There are bodies
On the ceiling
And they are
Ffluttering their wings
It's ok, I'm angry
But you'll never understand
You dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands

And I know
She is not my friend
And I know
Ccuz there she goes
Walking on my skin again

And I can't see why
You want to talk to me
When your vision of America
Is crystal and clean
I wanna white bread life
Just something ignorant
In the rain
But from the walls
Of Michelangelo
I'm dangling again

And I know
She is not my friend
And I know
Cuz there she goes
Walking on my skin
Again and again

Saturn on a line
The sun afire
Of strings and wires
Spin above my head
And make it right
Anytime you'd like
You can catch a sight
Of angel eyes on emptiness
And infinite
And I dream of Michelangelo
When I'm lying in my bed
I see God upon the ceiling
I see angels overhead
And he seems so close
As he reaches out his hand
We are never quite as close
As we are led to understand

And I know
She is not my friend
And I know
Ccuz there she goes
Walking walking walking
And I know
She is not my friend
And I know
Ccuz there she goes
Walking on my skin
Again and again
On my mind
Oh, Lord, no
Yes, she's walking
On my skin
Again and again

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