You came by in the hat your mother you In that do not fit you anymore You sat down in the of my bedroom I hung the, 'Closed for sign on my door
I said, "Nothing works today, is broken is choking on ambivalence" You put a plastic angel on my and said "I cannot fix this but this may To move you deliverance"
Glow in the dark plastic the first day of spring Nothing's making anymore Seventy miles an hour, let freedom ring I finally get my wings are for I get what my wings are for
All day long Mom and Dad were and lightning through the walls Sticks and stones can break a heart to But it's nothing like the damage from no phone
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 held by I wish he saw the beauty in the
Glow in the dark angel It's the day of spring Nothing's making anymore Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom I get what my wings are for I get what my wings are for
You by when everything was broken Bringing me this token of your You and said, "It's only superstition But I'm making it my to relieve you Of this tired 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 know I'm here"
in the dark plastic angel It's the first day of Nothing's making sense Seventy five an hour, let freedom ring I get what my wings are for I finally get my wings are for