you sounded so good on the phone
all moved up and all moved on
me and gravity we never could agree
I can almost see the sky
when I need to close my eyes
you're the only thing that's worth holding on to
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
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
Dieses Lied erinnert mich an leisen Plätschern des Regens, der nach einem Gewitter von den Bäumen auf die Waldwege tropft.
Eine leichte Berührung. Spüren.
Ein leises Flüstern im Dunkeln,
in der Ruhe der Nacht.
Beruhigung.
Augen schließen.
Träumen.
Hingeben.
Gedanken.
Phantasie.
Angel, you sing about beautiful things
and all I wanna do is believe.
In eine Welt eintauchen, in der nichts unmöglich ist, in der die Träume zur Realität werden.
