Miller's Angels
Miller’s angels in black and whiteWelcome everyone inChildren dreaming of wrong and rightWrapped in grace and in sin
They come out of the blue skyThey come out of the blueThey come out of the blue skyBut you never know where they’re gonna goHey romeo
Miller’s fingers are traveling down the length of her thighBut Miller’s mind is still wanderingStaring up at the sky
They come out of the blue skyThey come out of the blueThey come out of the blue skyBut you never know where they’re gonna goHey romeo
Don’t come around here
Miller’s angels are hovering in betweenthe earth and the sunIn the shadow of God’s unwavering loveI am a fortunate son
They come out of the blue skyThey come out of the blueThey come out of the blue skyBut you never know where they’re gonna goHey, Romeo