Angels of the Silences Album

Artist(s): Counting Crows

Cover Art

Counting Crows Angels of the Silences Cover Art

Tracklist

Angels of the Silences

length: 3:40
producer: Gil Norton
mixer: Michael Barbiero
recording engineer: Steve Churchyard and Bradley Cook
composer: Ben Mize, Dan Vickrey, David Bryson, Matt Malley, Charlie Gillingham, Adam Duritz
lyricist: Adam Duritz

Well i guess you left me with some feathers in my hand
did it make it any easier to leave me where i stand?
i guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now
where'd you come from? Where am i going?
why'd you leave me 'till i'm only good for...
waiting for you
all my sins...
i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you
all my innocence is wased on the dead and dreaming
everynight these silhouettes appear above my head
little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper
"everytime i fall asleep everytime i dream
why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for...
waiting for you"
all my sins...
i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you
all my innocense is wasted on the dead and dreaming
i dream of Michaelangelo when i'm lying in my bed
little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book
suck my blood break my nerve offer me thier arms
well, i will not be an enemy of anything
i'll only stand here
waiting for you
all my sins...
i said that i would pay for them if i could come back to you
all my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Round Here (live)

length: 11:55
Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain,
Through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know
Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know

'Round here we always stand up straight
'Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house, takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more that just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

'Round here we're carving out our names
'Round here we all look the same
'Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
'Round here she's slipping through my hands

Sleeping children got to run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shh, I know it's only in my head."

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling."

Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
She must be tired of something.

'Round here she's always on my mind
'Round here (hey man) I got lots of time
'Round here we're never sent to bed early
And nobody makes us wait
'Round here we stay up very very very very late

I can't see nothing, nothing
Around here
You catch me if I'm falling
You catch me if I'm falling
Will you catch me because I'm falling down on here
I said " I'm under the gun"
'Round here.
Oh man I said "I'm under the gun"
'Round here.
And I can't see nothin', nothin'.
'Round here.