When I Dream Of Michelangelo Lyrics - Saturday Nights And Sunday Mornings - Counting Crows

You know I don't like you but you wanna be my friend 

There are bodies on the ceiling and they're fluttering their wings 

It's okay, I'm angry but you'll never understand 

When you dream of Michelangelo they hang above your hands 

And I know she is not my friend 

And I know 'cause there she goes 

Walking on my skin again 

And I can't see why you wanna talk to me 

When your vision of America is crystal and clean 

I wanna white bread life just something ignorant and plain 

But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again 

And I know she is not my friend 

And I know 'cause there she goes 

Walking on my skin again and again 

Saturn on a line, the sun afire of strings and wires 

Spin above my head and make it right 

Anytime you'd like you can catch a sight 

Of angel eyes on emptiness and infinite 

And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed 

I see God upon the ceiling, I see angels overhead 

And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand 

We are never quite as close as we are led to understand 

And I know she is not my friend 

And I know 'cause there she goes 

Walking, walking, walking 

And I know she is not my friend 

And I know 'cause there she goes 

Walking on my skin again and again 

On my mind, oh, Lord, no 

Yes, she's walking on my skin again and again