Song Length |
3:55 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Rock - Indie/Low-Fi |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Moving, Restless |
Subject |
Attracted, Crush, Unrequited Love |
Similar Artists |
Paul Simon, Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Evangeline
Ben Connelly
612-821-8736
C 2000 BMI
Rosalind Hind Songs
Evangeline, on Sunday mornings
A light so bright, through colored panes
All falls on you, or do you shine?
Evangeline, it?s like thunder when I hear you
You?ve got to let me near you.
You?re up in you?re bedroom,
Pulling off your jeans
Coming home alone late Friday night
You want someone to hold you
None of those other guys have told you
The things I?ve got to say Evangeline
So much to tell you sweet Evangeline
Evangeline, on Thursday evenings
You?re small ball falls on polished lanes
Smile while you spare, or gutter laughing,
Evangeline, it?s like thunder when I hear you
You?ve got to let me near you.
You?re up in you?re bedroom,
Pulling off your jeans
Coming home alone late Friday night
You want someone to hold you
None of those other guys have told you
The things I?ve got to say Evangeline
So much to tell you sweet Evangeline
I?ve seen you laughing
I?ve heard you smile
I?ve felt you praying, just down the aisle
Like it was a mile away.
You?re up in you?re bedroom,
Pulling off your jeans
Coming home alone late Friday night
You want someone to hold you
None of those other guys have told you
The things I?ve got to say Evangeline
So much to tell you sweet Evangeline