Текст: Counting Crows. Mami.

I guess I think I feel alright
You come circling through the light
The skyline, baby, is bright tonight
What more perfect rendezvous?
The sundown paints the shadows
Through the daylight, Amy, on what we do

It looks like darkness to me
Drifting down into Miami

Can I say,
"I wish that this weather would never leave?"
It just gets hard to believe
That God sent this angel to watch over me
Cause my angel
She don't receive my calls
Says I'm too dumb to...
Too dumb to fight
Too dumb to save
Well, maybe, I don't need no angel at all

It looks like darkness to me
Drifting down into Miami
She could pull the sunlight through me
Coming down into Miami

Make a circle in the sand
Make a halo with your hand
I'll make a place for you to land

The bus is running
It's time to leave
This summer's gone
And so are we
So come on baby,
Let's go shut it down in New Orleans