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