I wanna be your everything but I don't know how
I lie alone in my freezing home and I can't get out
Just wanna see you deep in sleep, damn I'm so devout
Hit your phone to hear your dial tone
And your robot voice brings me down
A choir of angels is calling my name
And all else is jumbled, oh my, what a shame
A choir of angels is calling my name
But the rest is jumbled, it all sounds the same
"Every time I see you you're hit or miss"
Don't talk to me like I asked for this
I'm waking up and I call it quits
My mind is on the fritz
"There's no excuse for not feeling it
You're privileged and full of shit"
What do you do when they're handing you the platter
And your brain's telling you that nothing matters?
Dutchmasters - A Choir of Angels Is Calling My Name Lyrics
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I wanna be your everything but I don't know how
I lie alone in my freezing home and I can't get out
Just wanna see you deep in sleep, damn I'm so devout
Hit your phone to hear your dial tone
And your robot voice brings me down
A choir of angels is calling my name
And all else is jumbled, oh my, what a shame
A choir of angels is calling my name
But the rest is jumbled, it all sounds the same
"Every time I see you you're hit or miss"
Don't talk to me like I asked for this
I'm waking up and I call it quits
My mind is on the fritz
"There's no excuse for not feeling it
You're privileged and full of shit"
What do you do when they're handing you the platter
And your brain's telling you that nothing matters?
I lie alone in my freezing home and I can't get out
Just wanna see you deep in sleep, damn I'm so devout
Hit your phone to hear your dial tone
And your robot voice brings me down
A choir of angels is calling my name
And all else is jumbled, oh my, what a shame
A choir of angels is calling my name
But the rest is jumbled, it all sounds the same
"Every time I see you you're hit or miss"
Don't talk to me like I asked for this
I'm waking up and I call it quits
My mind is on the fritz
"There's no excuse for not feeling it
You're privileged and full of shit"
What do you do when they're handing you the platter
And your brain's telling you that nothing matters?
Writer: William Bowman
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