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