Counting Crows Miller's Angels
Miller's angels in black and white Welcome everyone in Children dreaming of wrong and right Wrapped in grace and in sin They come out of the blue sky They come out of the blue They come out of the blue sky But you never know where they're gonna go Hey Romeo Miller's fingers are traveling down the length of her thigh But Miller's mind is still wandering Staring up at the sky They come out of the blue sky They come out of the blue They come out of the blue sky But you never know where they're gonna go Hey Romeo Don't, don't come around here Miller's angels are hovering in between the earth and the sun In the shadow of god's unwavering love I am a fortunate son They come out of the blue sky They come out of the blue
