A perverse love letter to Los Angeles (i.e., LOSt ANGELeS), the favorite American locale of most British rockers in the 70s seeking to avoid the British Isles' infamous surfeit of rain and taxes.
Official Video Of “Lost Angels”
[Verse 1]
(Ahhhhh)
Infinity
Like time without a friend
Who'll sing the song, if melody should end
You're dead my friend
[Verse 2]
Lost angels, come and take control
Lost angels, gotta keep a hold on, hold on, hold on
Gotta get on back to the love in the street
Gotta get down 'cause I'm dead on my feet
Gotta get back to the love in the street
We're lost angels
(Gotta choose the way) to rock 'n' roll
[Verse 3]
Insanity
I can feel the knives inside my brain
I stand alone at the threshold of my pain
[Chorus]
Lost angels, come and take control
Lost angels, gotta keep a hold on, hold on, hold on
Gotta get on back to the love in the street
Gotta get down 'cause I'm dead on my feet
Gotta get back to the love in the street
We're lost angels
(Gotta choose the way)
[Verse 4]
I see it now
All my friends inside my life appear before my eyes
(And I turn around)
And I turn in this space to see myself disappear
[Chorus]
Lost angels, come and take control
Lost angels, gotta keep a hold on, hold on, hold on
Gotta get on back to the love in the street
Gotta get down 'cause I'm dead on my feet
Gotta get back to the love in the street
We're lost angels
(Gotta choose the way)
[Verse 5]
Gotta get on back to the love in the street
Gotta get down 'cause I'm dead on my feet
Gotta get back to the love in the street
We're lost angels
We're lost angels (Ahh,Ahh)
We're lost angels (Ahh,Ahh)
We're lost angels (Ahh,Ahh)
We're lost angels (Ahh,Ahh)
We're lost angels (Ahh,Ahh)
We're lost angels (Ahh,Ahh)
We're lost angels (Ahh,Ahh)
We're lost angels (Ahh,Ahh)...
Lost Angels was written by Mick Tucker & Andy Scott & Steve Priest & Brian Connolly.
Lost Angels was produced by Sweet.