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 onto angel you sing about beautiful things and all i want to do is believe but i traded my dreams for this mess of 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 heroes 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 of memories and they just stopped working for me