Whispering Angel

Painted pictures always go

With a beam of sunlight & a rose

morning's covered in summer gray

Are you gonna stay another day

If you leave don't forget your strings

Some times it's easy to leave things

Bleeding fingers press on the board

Not a fret without blood but now free

It's all right when you're lonely & bored

As long as your mind's not at all like

An unkept attic w/fire hazards stored

Don't need to burn down to build up

We got this song some say luck

We like to sing it if you pay a buck

Maybe it's luck but we don't give a

Song away from the Whispering Angel unless we want it to sing