You came by in the hat your knit you In that do not fit you anymore You sat in the corner of my bedroom I hung the, for Good' sign on my door
I said, "Nothing today, everything is broken is choking on ambivalence" You put a plastic on my desk and said "I cannot fix this but this may To move you deliverance"
Glow in the plastic angel the first day of spring Nothing's making anymore Seventy five miles an hour, let ring I finally get what my are for I get what my wings are for
All day long Mom and Dad fighting Thunder and lightning through the Sticks and stones can break a heart to But it's like the damage from no phone calls
I wish I could speak, I'd tell her not to bother I'd tell her my father, not the king I wish that he stay but he won't be held by duty I he saw the beauty in the ring
Glow in the dark angel the first day of spring Nothing's sense anymore five miles an hour, let freedom ring I get what my wings are for I finally get what my are for
You came by when was broken Bringing me this token of love You laughed and said, "It's superstition But I'm making it my mission to you Of tired broken world"
"There's no way to fight it Sit down and be quiet, I go Here's an angel for desk, it's only a reminder I'm leaving her so you will always know I'm here"
in the dark plastic angel It's the day of spring Nothing's sense anymore Seventy miles an hour, let freedom ring I get what my wings are for I finally get what my are for