Lyrics Counting Crows – When I Dream Of Michelangelo

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

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
You can catch a sight of angel eyes all emptiness and infinite

And I dream of Michelangelo when I’m lying in my bed
I see god upon the ceiling I see angels overhead
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again