Letras
Angel cried last night
It was something in her dreams
Carving pictures on her bedroom wall, she wonders what it means
But gets by inside by saying it's not real
There's no reason to confuse myself no matter what it seems
Angel lied last night to amputate her fears
With no question, she exhumes herself from possibilities
Close your eyes, it's fine by saying it's not real
There's no reason to forgive myself no matter what it seems
Whoa-oh, whoa-whoa
And if I could grow some wings, I'd fly away home
And if I could grow some wings, I'd fly away home, away home