Fly Dark Angel

I'm a gypsyI'm a strollerI'm a sailor lost at seaI've walked on a tightropeI've fallen but survivedTrying always to be so kindBut losing out to peace of mindI was left at the circusWhen the big top was pulled downAlways trying to show the two faces of a clownHumble pie crumbles in my mouthWhy my prides left on the shelfGod how we feelWith the wind in short supplyBirds can sing the morning hymnDays of grey, nights of blackWishing wells and bells of hellFly dark angel flyFly awaySo you want to be a heroThen over the top you goA bullet frightened soldierA deserted warriorEverythings an oppositeYour joker is your one card trickGod how we feelWith the wind in short supplyBirds can sing the morning hymnDays of grey, nights of blackWishing wells and bells of hellFly dark angel flyFly awayBirds can sing the morning hymnDays of grey, nights of blackWishing wells and bells of hellFly dark angel flyFly away