BRETT ROMNES - Angel of the North lyrics

[Verse 1] England isn't getting any less grey And you want to die 'cause I never laugh anymore At least not in front of you The cold, grey walls don't owe us a living And nobody's paying you to have the coldest heart On mercy's side And I'm not gonna die no matter how much you'd like me to [Chorus] Throwing my arms around the angel of the north For always weathering it and getting on [Verse 2] Down south, the rocks at Brighton, they sing to me They can hardly tell that I'm American anymore I fooled them with my overcoat And insightful opinions on football And yesterday's Sunday roast in my stomach [Chorus] Throwing my arms around the angel of the north For always weathering it and getting on Throwing my arms around the angel of the north You may see me walk away, but I'll never run You may see me walk away, but I'll never run You may see me walk away, but I'll never run