| Song | An Angel At My Shoulder |
| Artist | Carrie Newcomer |
| Album | An Angel At My Shoulder |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Newcomer | |
| I've been watching changes in the weather | |
| I've been searching signs in the sky | |
| Lately felt an angel at my shoulder | |
| Whispering on me “it's almost time” | |
| I've been reading the parables on the alley ways | |
| I've been listening to the sound of State Street breathe | |
| I've been touching a few of those tender spots | |
| Just to see whether or not they will hurt me | |
| I can see me over my shoulder | |
| Walkin' three steps behind | |
| I see someone who looks a lot like you | |
| Hangin' on the corner in the corners of my mind | |
| I've been packing my boxed with letters and years | |
| There never seems to be a clear cut end | |
| Some things you keep, something you lose | |
| Some thing you never mend | |
| I'll be kissing your fingers again | |
| And whispering “goodbye” like an old friend | |
| It's not that I have no regrets | |
| It's just I'm not finished yet, oh no | |
| Lord won't you catch me when I'm falling | |
| Stay right beside me when I'm rising | |
| Unclench my fist when I'm still raging | |
| Open my eyes when I'm not seeing | |
| I've been reading the parables on the alley ways | |
| I've been listening to the sound of State Street breathe | |
| I've been touching a few of those tender spots | |
| Just to see whether or not they will hurt me |
| zuo ci : Newcomer | |
| I' ve been watching changes in the weather | |
| I' ve been searching signs in the sky | |
| Lately felt an angel at my shoulder | |
| Whispering on me " it' s almost time" | |
| I' ve been reading the parables on the alley ways | |
| I' ve been listening to the sound of State Street breathe | |
| I' ve been touching a few of those tender spots | |
| Just to see whether or not they will hurt me | |
| I can see me over my shoulder | |
| Walkin' three steps behind | |
| I see someone who looks a lot like you | |
| Hangin' on the corner in the corners of my mind | |
| I' ve been packing my boxed with letters and years | |
| There never seems to be a clear cut end | |
| Some things you keep, something you lose | |
| Some thing you never mend | |
| I' ll be kissing your fingers again | |
| And whispering " goodbye" like an old friend | |
| It' s not that I have no regrets | |
| It' s just I' m not finished yet, oh no | |
| Lord won' t you catch me when I' m falling | |
| Stay right beside me when I' m rising | |
| Unclench my fist when I' m still raging | |
| Open my eyes when I' m not seeing | |
| I' ve been reading the parables on the alley ways | |
| I' ve been listening to the sound of State Street breathe | |
| I' ve been touching a few of those tender spots | |
| Just to see whether or not they will hurt me |
| zuò cí : Newcomer | |
| I' ve been watching changes in the weather | |
| I' ve been searching signs in the sky | |
| Lately felt an angel at my shoulder | |
| Whispering on me " it' s almost time" | |
| I' ve been reading the parables on the alley ways | |
| I' ve been listening to the sound of State Street breathe | |
| I' ve been touching a few of those tender spots | |
| Just to see whether or not they will hurt me | |
| I can see me over my shoulder | |
| Walkin' three steps behind | |
| I see someone who looks a lot like you | |
| Hangin' on the corner in the corners of my mind | |
| I' ve been packing my boxed with letters and years | |
| There never seems to be a clear cut end | |
| Some things you keep, something you lose | |
| Some thing you never mend | |
| I' ll be kissing your fingers again | |
| And whispering " goodbye" like an old friend | |
| It' s not that I have no regrets | |
| It' s just I' m not finished yet, oh no | |
| Lord won' t you catch me when I' m falling | |
| Stay right beside me when I' m rising | |
| Unclench my fist when I' m still raging | |
| Open my eyes when I' m not seeing | |
| I' ve been reading the parables on the alley ways | |
| I' ve been listening to the sound of State Street breathe | |
| I' ve been touching a few of those tender spots | |
| Just to see whether or not they will hurt me |