If you touch my hands, like saints in sin,
You'll burn the way the devil did begin.
A silent vow beneath a cobalt sky,
Where angels fall and mortals learn to lie.
My voice is wine; my breath, a velvet flame,
You’d taste the storm but never know my name.
I walk on ash with barefoot elegance,
A ghost that haunts your every second glance.
Blue Angel, tell me all your secrets,
Make me happy. Can’t you see I’m sad?
Blue Angel, the paradise doesn’t exist—
Tell me your jokes. Can’t you see I’m mad?
You think you hold me—boy, you hold a knife.
What you call love, I’ve danced with all my life.
So kiss me once and call it what you will:
A blessing dressed in blue, or just the thrill.
Blue Angel, tell me all your secrets,
Make me normal. Can’t you see my fright?
Blue Angel, the paradise doesn’t exist—
The Devil told me so, and he was right.
[Am] If you touch my hands, like saints in [F] sin,
[C] You'll burn the way the devil did be- [G] gin.
[Am] A silent vow beneath a cobalt [F] sky,
[C] Where angels fall and mortals learn to [G] lie.
[Dm] My voice is wine; my breath, a velvet [Am] flame,
[Dm] You’d taste the storm but never know my [E] name.
[Am] I walk on ash with barefoot ele- [F] gance,
[C] A ghost that haunts your every second [G] glance.
[Am] Blue Angel, tell me all your [F] secrets,
[C] Make me happy. Can’t you see I’m [G] sad?
[Am] Blue Angel, the paradise doesn’t [F] exist—
[C] Tell me your jokes. Can’t you see I’m [G] mad?
[Dm] You think you hold me—boy, you hold a [Am] knife.
[Dm] What you call love, I’ve danced with all my [E] life.
[Am] So kiss me once and call it what you [F] will:
[C] A blessing dressed in blue, or just the [G] thrill.
[Am] Blue Angel, tell me all your [F] secrets,
[C] Make me normal. Can’t you see my [G] fright?
[Am] Blue Angel, the paradise doesn’t [F] exist—
[C] The Devil told me so, and he was [G] right.
And he was [E] right.
and he was [Em] right.
[Am] But If you touch my hands, like saints in [F] sin,
[C] You'll burn the way the devil did be- [G] gin.
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