Phillip Boa

I feel like a haunted angel...

when I woke up and saw
i'm not a starwar
oh no, instead it seems today
I'm a sad film in may
a movie beau, so pale and senses so low
all my childhood memoir
in this situation noir
it makes up all my anger focussed here
so feel my sweet despair, so mere
everyday I feel like a haunted angel

Im a satellite man, I do all I can
I'm a satellite man, I'm a satellite man
I'm a satellite man, I do all I can, not to recall my teenage remembrance

I'm all in urge to give you my shelter
the houses in my brain, so never could, so vain


so jesus, us and the past
will never appear again
will never come back
and all those satellites around me
makes me want to run away
makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy...
I feel like a haunted angel

I'm a satellite man...

makes all my anger focussed here
so feel my sweet despair so mere
makes me want to check out of here
I feel like a haunted angel

...

I gave you zits
you gave me impotence
when you were hugging me...
and everytime you hugged me
you saw a falling star
and we saw waterworld
when we left the movies...

love spread around me
merry go round, merry go round
love spread around me
merry go round

and the sea was rough
electricity gone, we were stuck
when the road was a river
so we swam in the river


and you gave me love
you, of metaphoric beauty
I gave you importance
you gave me a public nightmare
we were so strong and, and our rivers were flooding

love spread around me.....

and everything else seemed to go down under
but we gave us the power, love spread around me
but we were so strong, we were so strong and our love...
of metaphoric beauty

love spread around me...