Story Behind The Song
A compilation of all the love affairs in my life, from third grade on. The guitar part came first on this one and the lyrics came after a rainstorm. I was outside and it just happened. A gift.
Song Description
The players:
Jim Stewart - guitar & vocal
Craig Abrahamson - avocado shaker
| Song Length |
2:43 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Peaceful, Composed |
Subject |
Relationship, Regret |
| Similar Artists |
Vince Gill, Amy Grant |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Rhinestones on the bushes,
gossamer in the trees,
When you hear her call your name
it drives you to your knees.
The sky will build cathedrals
that rise beyond your sight.
The leaves will show their colors
where bark will never bite.
Her blood as hot as coffee
in a bone-white china cup.
Her eyes can light your cigarette,
but you don't mind burning up.
Her secret skin is buttermilk,
her form too good for god,
her love is like the smell of sea
where glaciers go to thaw.
You are both fallen angels,
that's what you are.
Trying to grasp this truth of bone,
so near and, yet, so far.
You are both fallen angels,
above you only sky.
We are all fallen angels
forgotten how to fly,
forgotten how to fly,
forgotten how to fly.
c 1994 by J.R. Stewart (BMI)