Angel de Matt Nathanson

You sounded so good on the phone
all moved up and all moved on
me and gravity, we never could agree
but i can almost see the sky
when i need to, i close me eyes
you're the only thing that's worth holding on to
Angel you sing about beautiful things
and all i want to do is believe
but i traded my dreams for this mess or memories
and they just stopped working for me
Now i'm not a monster
i believe like a liar would believe
helps me navigate the wooden smiles, the raging seas
and all my heros pull their heads
like a fighter would, i guess
no one ever really likes getting older
Angel you sing about beautiful things
and all i want to do is believe
but i traded my dreams for this mess or memories
and they just stopped working for me