When I Dream Of Michelangelo - Counting Crows

You know I don’t like you

But you want to be my friend

There are bodies on the ceiling

And they are fluttering their wings

It’s ok, I’m angry

But you’ll never understand

When you dream of Michelangelo

They hang above your hands

And I know, she is not my friend

And I know, cause 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

But we are never quite as close

As we are led to understand

And I know, she is not my friend

And I know, cuz there she goes walking walking walking

And I know, she is not my friend

And I know, cuz 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