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