Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Angels
25 angels
Dance on my head
Is it a pin head
Bed head
Logger head
At
So
25 angels
Dance in my soul
It’s a black hole
Port hole
Window where I’m sat
25 angels
Dance with my feet
Got two left feet
12 feet
High
Yeah, I could fly
Then
25 angels
Danced, gave me wings
And she sings
And sings
Until it stings
Mabh Savage 