Iv Delmar & V A E L O R A - Angel of the Morning

Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel,
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby.
Just call me Angel of the morning, Angel,
Then slowly turn away from me.
Maybe the sun's light will be dim, it won't matter anyhow.
If morning's echo says we've sinned, well,
It was what I wanted now.
And if we're victims of the night,