When I think about an Angel

Why does the color of my coffee match your eyes?

Why do I see when a stranger passes by?

I swear I hear you in the whisper of the wind

I feel you when the sun is dancing on my skin.

And when it’s raining, you won’t find me complainin’ cause

When I think about rain, I think about singing

When I think about singing, it’s heavenly tune

When I think about heaven, then I think about angels

When I think about angels, I think about you