Dead Poets Sunday

If God will Send His angels

Nobody else here baby
no one here to blame
No one to point the finger...
It's just you and me and the rain
Nobody made you do it, no one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders when love took a train heading south
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff the stuff of country songs

Hey if God will send His angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send His angels
Would everything be alright?

God has got his phone off the hook babe
Would He even pick up if he could?
It's been a while since we saw that child
Hangin' round this neighbourhood
See His mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are blister...
The high street never looked so low

It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
So where is the hope and where is the faith... and the love?
What's that you say to me
Does love... light up your Christmas tree?
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news

Hey if God will send His angels
And if God will send a sign
Well If God will send His Angels
Where do we go?

Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door

It's the stuff it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on

Hey if God will send His angels
I sure could use them here right now
Hey if God wil l send His angels

...Where do we go?

-U2, Pop (OST City of Angels)

Rain fell at 2:47 am