you sounded so good on the phone all moved up and all moved on me and gravity we never could agree I can almost see the sky when I need to close my eyes your the only thing thats worth holding on to
angel you sing about beautiful things and all I want to do is believe I traded my dreams for this mess of memories and they just stoped working for me
I'm not a monster I believe like a liar would believe helps me navigate the wooden smiles, the raging sea all my heros pull their heads like a fighter would I guess no one really ever likes getting older
angel you sing about beautiful things and all I want to do is believe I traded my dreams for this mess of memories and they just stoped working for me