i thought i d go up poughkeepsie look out o er the hudson and i d throw my body down on the river and i d know no more sorrow i would fly like the sparrow and i d ride on the backs of the angels tonight i d ride on the backs of the angels tonight i d take to the sky with all my might no more drowning in my sorrow no more drowning in my fright i d just ride on the backs of the angels tonight there are those who know sorrow and those who must borrow and those whose lot in life is sweet well i m drunk on self pity scorned all that s been given me i would drink from a bottle labeled sure defeat i d ride on the backs of the angels tonight i d take to the sky with all my might no more drowning in my sorrow no more drowning in my fright i d just ride on the backs of the angels tonight then the skies they fell open and my eyes were opened to a world of hope falling at my feet now i ve no more or less than anyone else has what i have is a gift of life i can t repeat so i go up poughkeepsie look out o er the hudson and i cast my worries to the sky now i still know sorrow but i can fly like the sparrow cause i ride on the backs of the angels tonight  i ride on the backs of the angels tonight i take to the sky with all their might no more drowning in my sorrow no more drowning in my fright i ll just ride on the backs of the angels each night
['ectofolk', 'lilith']