I just wrote the hit of the year
turn up your radio and get outta here.
Daddy's now cooking for Saints:
it must be good for I hear no complaints!
Mama's running with no wheel chair
she must be fast: she ruffles the Angels' hair…
Upon us not only sky,
but a bright, gentle, heavenly sky!
You know I love you but I will let you go…
please come to my dreams, I can feel the touch of your wings
I will come up to you but I'll stay for a while
cos' I have to give my kids one more smile!
Tears drove my boat up to you,
they disappeared how do I get off?
Your attitude to sin will bring you back
but just never give in!
You know I love you but I will let you go…
please come to my dreams, I can feel the touch of your wings
I will come up to you but I'll stay for a while
cos' I have to give my kids one more smile!