Matt Nathanson - Angel

You sounded so good on the phoneall moved up and all moved onme and gravity, we never could agreebut i can almost see the skywhen i need to, i close me eyesyou're the only thing that's worth holding onto Angel you sing about beautiful thingsand all i want to do is believebut i traded my dreams for this mess of memoriesand they just stopped working for menow i'm not a monsteri believe like a liar would believehelps me navigate the wooden smiles, the raging seasand all my heroes pull their headslike a fighter would, i guessno one ever really likes getting olderangel you sing about beautiful thingsand all i want to do is believebut i traded my dreams for this mess of memoriesand they just stopped working for me