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 my eyes

You’re the only thing that’s worth holding on to

Angel you sing about beautiful things

And all I wanna do is believe

But, I traded my dreams for this mess of memories

And they just stopped working for me

I’m not a monster, I believe

Like a liar would believe

Helps me navigate the wooden smiles, the raging sea

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, for me