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