Made from an angel's hand - with a spirit on high
Moving closer to the center of the sweet by and by
Glowing like a candle in the black of the night
Golden shimmers of pure love
Racing down the pale starlight

She don't wanna be the faraway girl
She needs love tho they're a thousand miles apart
Sometimes the dove will land in my front yard
Bringing tidings from the faraway girl

Living near the angels - Some call it paradise
Chasing [bad word] the alleys - a dream inside her mind
How many broken arrows lie stillborn at your feet
Do you find it easy to smile on people that you meet

She don't … ( repeat [bad word] )