You by in the hat your mother knit you In clothes that do not fit you 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 angel on my desk and "I cannot fix this but this may 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 finally get what my are for I get what my wings are for
All day long Mom and Dad fighting Thunder and lightning the walls Sticks and stones can break a to pieces 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 he's my father, not the I wish that he would but he won't be held by duty I he saw the beauty in the ring
in the dark plastic angel It's the first day of Nothing's sense anymore Seventy five miles an hour, let ring I finally get my wings are for I get what my wings are for
You came by when was broken Bringing me token 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 an angel for your desk, it's only a reminder I'm her behind so you will always know I'm here"
in the dark plastic angel It's the first day of making sense anymore Seventy five an hour, let freedom ring I get what my wings are for I get what my wings are for