Dance Of The Bad Angels - Tim Booth, Angelo Badalamenti

What a journey

So hard to describe

Your harbor so small

The ocean so wide

Spin the wheel, spin the wheel

Go wherever she spins

Surrender to this wave that’s rolling in Homing fingers

Starting to dig

Raising expectations

Lifting the lid

There’s a show going down

Going deeper within

I long to lose myself

Inside your skin

What a feeling under the stars

My body’s rotating from Venus through Mars

There’s a war going on between my head and my heart

I wonder how they grew

So far apart

I’m so shaken, about to explode

The myth of kissing princes

is they turn into toads

There’s a war going on between the sun and the moon

Before they come to terms we’ll be consumed

Oh my god, please take me now

I’m ready for ascension

If I only knew how

Give me wings give me wings

Now I’m stuck on the ground

Receive this blood and bones

I’m homeward bound

See the statue growing wings

This singer was a virgin

Until he conceived

God is love, God is love

And her lover I’ll be I long to leave the world in ecstasy

Dance with me around this fire

The dance of bad angels who’d love to fly higher

God is love, God is love

And her lover I’ll be I long to lead the world in ecstasy