Angel - Foreign Legion
A lot of women love me but none can understand me. Every now and then you'll run across a track that just speaks to you. You're somewhat perplexed by the parallels between the prose and your present. I usually stumble upon these tracks in the most unexpected way and it gives me goosebumps as if it was tailor made to where I am at in life. You think to yourself this either some bizarre intervention or something randomly real and decide to soak in the message set forth. This track right here did that to me. Lyrics: Angel - Foreign Legion A beautiful day it was Vienna in the springtime Late morning writing songs in the sunshine Sitting on the bench with the pad and the pen Spilling out my thoughts it was Saturday in the park Kids playing I was contemplating destiny I looked up there was an Angel sitting next to me 21 or 22 years old and flawless Body of a goddess underneath but her dress was modest Eyes green sort of blue in the sun rays Started talking and I told