Tell me a story, angel, of your confession
Your obsession with this life
They all expect you to fly now
You don't pretend to care
Just put some wind in your hair
If you like... if you like
You're more beautiful now
Than you've ever been
You've ridden from afar on your hidden star
And back again
You danced your dance through graceful sadness
Through liquid storms
And climbed your hill
You're more than a woman,
More than a song,
More than the reason I carry on
Even still
Tell me a story, angel, of your confession
Your obsession with this life
They all expect you to fly now
You don't pretend to care
Just put some wind in your hair
If you like, if you like
Writer(s): John E Forte
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