Blue Angel
The sky was Bible black in Lyon,
when I met the Magdalene.
She was paralyzed in a streetlight.
She refused to give her name.
And a ring of violet bruises,
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand,
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear.
Jentend ton coeur,
Jentend ton coeur,
I can hear your heart...
FISH...The one and Only; He who made Marillion great and created the
masterpiece "Misplaced Childhood"; somewhere in heaven they
are playing these songs I think.
The sky was Bible black in Lyon,
when I met the Magdalene.
She was paralyzed in a streetlight.
She refused to give her name.
And a ring of violet bruises,
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand,
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear.
Jentend ton coeur,
Jentend ton coeur,
I can hear your heart...
FISH...The one and Only; He who made Marillion great and created the
masterpiece "Misplaced Childhood"; somewhere in heaven they
are playing these songs I think.
annalee:
I found her, I think she was lost somewhere! What beautiful words up there.