Angel - Fortunes.

The red wine on my all white outfit

Praise the Lord and his holy water

If he could even turn it to wine

As if I can turn it back, still

Water runs deep, still

What stays unclear

If I fell in it or it spilled on me

I’m red and easily read, stained

I’m red and easily read, stained

Lips red so easily read, stained

I’m red and easily read, stained

Lips red so easily read

You could tell me I’m an angel (an angel)

Say that I shine so bright

Say I could go so high if I tried

Say that I sing so nice

Even if tonight I’m drowning

In that bottle of red wine

Everything’s just fine

At the very least I’m trying, but still

Waters run deep, still

What stays unclear

If I fell in love or it spilled on me

It don’t make no difference now, I’m stained

I’m red and easily read, stained

Lips red, so easily read

Cracking colors showing

I’m red and easily read

Wine to water on me

Lips red, so easily read

Cracking colors showing

I’m red and easily read

Wine to water on me

Lips red, so easily read

You could tell me I’m an angel (an angel)

I’m red and easily read

Lips red so easily read