Lletres: New Amsterdams (The). Para Toda Vida. Four More Years.

Are you open, to open arms?
Misdirection does little harm
I won't ask, you won't tell
Just come around

Missed discussions of virtues and
Complications with cash in hand
I won't ask, you won't tell
Just come around

My angel flies
Carries all my fears
Angel don't die
For four more years

Are you waiting for me to say
That I made all the same mistakes
I won't ask, you won't tell
Just come around

My angel flies
Carries all my fears
Angel don't die
For four more years

My angel flies
Carries all my fears
Angel don't die
For four more years