Mountain - Tired Angels lyrics

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Put their shoulders to the big wheel. work their fingers

To the bone

Take their pleasures in the future, put it down and bring

It home

Walk around into the sundown, looking for an honest man

Gentle people seeing too much, aching to be wat they can

Chorus

Angels, tired angels

Tired down inside their shoes

All wanting grace

They live again rhythym lines on the king of Gondor's

Face

Children, gentle children

Gentle leaving to the wars

They found their place

And live again their rhythym lives on the king of

Gondor's face

Sinking down into the lame words, overflowing with their

Sorrows

Praying for it all to cease fire, saturated with desire

Standing up to all the brave men, laughing hollow at the

Day's end

Walking back and give a handshake, this is just another

Bad break