Counting Crows - When I Dream Of Michelangelo

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Well you know I don't like you

but you wanna be my friend

Well, there are bodies on the ceiling

and they're fluttering their wings

It's ok I'm angry

But you'll never understand

When you dream of Michelangelo

They hang above your hands


And I know that she is not my friend

And I know cause there she goes

Walking on my skin again


And I can't why you'd want to talk to me

When your vision of America is crystalline and clean

I want a white bread life

Just something ignorant and plain

But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again


And I know that she is not my friend

And I know cause there she goes

Walking on my skin again and again


Saturn on a line

A sun afire on strings and wires

To spin above my head and make it right

But any time you like