You by in the hat your mother knit you In clothes do not fit you anymore You sat in the corner of my bedroom I hung the, 'Closed for Good' sign on my
I said, "Nothing works today, is broken Everything is on ambivalence" You put a plastic on my desk and said "I cannot fix but this may help To you towards deliverance"
Glow in the plastic angel the first day of spring Nothing's making anymore five miles an hour, let freedom ring I get what my wings are for I finally get my wings are for
All day long Mom and Dad were Thunder and through the walls Sticks and can break a heart to pieces But it's nothing like the damage from no calls
I that I could speak, I'd tell her not to bother I'd tell her my father, not the king I that he would 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 sense Seventy five an hour, let freedom ring I finally get what my are for I finally get my wings are for
You came by when everything was Bringing me this of your love You and said, "It's only superstition But I'm making it my 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 desk, it's only a reminder I'm leaving her behind so you will always I'm here"
in the dark plastic angel It's the day of spring Nothing's making sense Seventy five miles an hour, let ring I finally get my wings are for I finally get my wings are for