Angel

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