Spirit Of The West - Heavenly Angel lyrics

(Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, indescribably cold I dove well into my cups And wrote you a note full of wonderful smut The things I'll do to you for us will be Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel The A to Z sits like the bible on the dash Of our van that must've once carried bread Oh, my splitting head In co*kermouth we heard the sound of one hand clapping The other twenty-three were busy drinking and smoking away Great clouds of grey Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel Well I miss you Everytime I try and call We're off to Carlisle To steal a piece of Hadrian's Wall From the Solway Firth Stretching out to the North Sea I miss you My phone card says that's all from my Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Anjil