Chris Rea Angellina
Agellina takes each empty glass
And washes away every heartache
She calls out to the guys to drink up
What's left of their soul
Agellina each glass of hope that you fill
Is now empty and waiting
Waiting for some kind ogf love
Before their trail has gone cold
Each butchered dream
Has a matching face
For each story
Each lonely heart in this loser's race
Without end
Oh Agellina
Agellina, was there someone you loved
Who left your heart broken?
Your pretty eyes
Give your deepest dark secrets away
Oh Agellina so many who'd die for their eyes
To be closed by
'Til morning
Your smile is their kiss
As they hang on to each word you say
Each butchered dream
Has a matching face
For each story
Each lonely heart in this loser's race
Without end
Oh Agellina