Some Angels

I know I'm not the only person you like sometimes
And I know you're just arranging a life for us right here and now
You know it isn't angels that I don't abuse
It isn't angels that I don't abuse

Some angels get tired and they run out of breath
And some people get tired when you smother their heads
So say, I'll say this is what you want
Or say, I'll say this is what you want

And some magic builds in a basement at five in the a.m
I see it sometimes, it hangs around and makes me sick inside
Till nothing survives
And this won't end well, I can promise you that
And this won't end well, I can promise you that

Some angels get tired of this and that
But when you're crying, I will hear the moon from the basement surrounding you
And when you're seething, I will feel the sun from the wasteland surrounding us
Yeah when you're crying, I will hear the moon from the basement surrounding you
And when you're seething, I will feel the sun from the wasteland surrounding us



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Vasey
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