the angel of 8th ave.

So we got straight to the heart

And I was a coward and worse to my shame

I fell hard upon the weightless weeks

But wasted every day

‘Till you emerged in the park

Like some patron of Washington Square

For the first time in a long time

Inside everything stood clear

So went out to find me a job

But I didn't think I would hold this one down

It gives the same old sinking feeling

Of fucking hammers in my bowels

But you are good to me still

And when my old man was near to the end

You loved his broken body

In thе same way that I did

I wanna lay me down

And be lovеr of the year

In this strange new town

This strange hemisphere

God, it was state of the art

You called each of my sorrows by name

And a tide of tender mercies

Shook my body from the grave

And in the festival years

Of our makeshift parade

In perpetual fall

And immeasurable rain

I wanna see this one out

And I wanna join the impossible swing

And fall hard beside you

Screaming at the bowels of everything

And in the Islington morn

You're the angel of 8th

And what's more, the goddamn greatest thing

That Laney ever made

I wanna lay me down

And be lover of the year

And in this strange new town

This strange hemisphere

You persuade me now

To look closer in the mirror

And I wanna lay me down

For years and years and years and years

Ah, there's heaven in you now

Ah, there's heaven in you now

Ah, there's heaven in you now

Ah, there's heaven in you now

There is heaven in you now