You came by in the hat your mother knit you In clothes that do not fit you anymore You sat down in the corner of my bedroom I hung the, 'Closed for Good' sign on my door I said, "Nothing works today, everything is broken Everything is choking on ambivalence" You put a plastic angel on my desk and said "I cannot fix this but this may help To move you towards deliverance" Glow in the dark plastic angel It's the first day of spring Nothing's making sense anymore Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring I finally get what my wings are for I finally get what my wings are for All day long Mom and Dad were fighting Thunder and lightning through the walls Sticks and stones can break a heart to pieces But it's nothing like the damage from no phone calls I wish that I could speak, I'd tell her not to bother I'd tell her he's my father, not the king I wish that he would stay but he won't be held by duty I wish he saw the beauty in the ring Glow in the dark plastic angel It's the first day of spring Nothing's making sense anymore Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring I finally get what my wings are for I finally get what my wings are for You came by when everything was broken Bringing me this token of your love You laughed and said, "It's only superstition But I'm making it my mission to relieve you Of this tired broken world" "There's just no way to fight it Sit down and be quiet, I won't go Here's an angel for your desk, it's only a reminder I'm leaving her behind so you will always know I'm here" Glow in the dark plastic angel It's the first day of spring Nothing's making sense anymore Seventy five miles an hour, let freedom ring I finally get what my wings are for I finally get what my wings are for © PETER QUINCE PRODUCTIONS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com