angel_of_the_morning daydream believer there'll be no strings to bind your hands, not if my love can't bind your heart. and there's no need to take a stand, for it was i who chose to start. i see no reason to take me home, i'm old enough to face the dawn. just call me angel of the morning. (angel) just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. just call me angel of the morning, (angel) then slowly turn away from me. maybe the sun's light will be dim, and it won't matter anyhow. if morning's echo says we've sinned, well, it was what i wanted now. and if we're victims of the night, i won't be blinded by the light. just call me angel of the morning. (angel) just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. just call me angel of the morning, (angel) then slowly turn away. i won't beg you to stay with me through the tears of the day, of the years, baby, baby. just call me angel of the morning. (angel) just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. just call me angel of the morning. (angel) just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby. (merrilee rush and the turnabouts) 011010 ... oon juice_newton too 011010 ... daydream believer indeed. 011010 ... Toxic_Kisses mmmmm always loved that song, maybe I should of added it to "your_makeout_cd" oh wellz. OBTW love your name Daydream Believer, yet another good song ^.^ 011011 ... celestias shadow as opposed to the angel_of_the_lunch_hour? 031030 ... misstree his body whispered like an angel, skin so soft over slopes and angles that my fingers drifted anlguidly, absent from myself and lost in his elegant dream. for a night full of moments, i could pretend i wasn't a cur that had slipped somehow into imperial gardens, egrets and roses even more immaculate in contrast to my road-weary mud and muck. his wings wrapped around me as he mumured soft comforts, and i breathed in deep his innocence. the illusion was precious and complete, and it carried away weary weeks as i let it wash over me. somehow, somewhere, maybe there is a me that wouldn't have to pretend. 051005 ... z the pretenders covered it also. btw: thecoversproject.com 051005 ... no reason this song used to make me feel sick. 051005 ... oldephebe sure it's saacharine when you're little and even post-pubescent---but if you find that right gal from a small PA town, the kind who isn't even remotely aware of her effortless rustic splendor--the kind of girl whose persona and beauty do not lend themselves to facile and arbitrary generalities of the metaphorical device. If you can find such radiance and watch your breath, your one inhalation expand outward as you fall into those fathomless violet blue gray opals that are by no means her souls sores--then man one afternoon sucking a wheat stalk and smellin' the honey suckle and shootin' the breeze..then maybe just for an infinitessimal instant among all cosmic instances of an instance--you siphon off for just one fraction of your hearts panicked beat--the secret, some secret of eternity. i'm just sayin' the song's okay i guess if you have the right inspiration ... 051009 ... no reason i'm not sure if that was directed at me, but if so, my comment had nothing to do with the song being saccharine. it was just a song that for some reason made me feel sick. strange things used to me feel sick, like the "operation" game. but i think that might have had to do with the fact that it was loud and scary. 051009 ... thats "used to make" 051009 ... oE no reason - That comment was like so many others here constructed upon a tangent...a subjectively constructed and construed tangent that probably had very little to do with what you wrote if you were offended then my apologies ... much of what i write exists in its own little bubble no reason ... 051010 ... no reason oh no, i wasn't offended at all, i just wanted to clear up in case it was directed at me (or i guess even if it wasn't) that i didn't really have a problem with the song itself. i understand the bubble. ;) 051010 ... ack clear IT up 051010 what's it to you? who go blather from