Crayon angel songs
are slightly out of tune
But I'm sure
I'm not to blame
Nothin's happened
but I think
it will soon
So I sit here
waitin' for God
And a train
to the astral plane
Magic rings I made have
turned my finger green
And my mystic
roses died
Guess reality
is not as it seems
So I sit here hopin'
for truth
And a ride
to the other side
Phony prophets stole
the only light I knew
And the darkness
softly screamed
Holy visions disappeared
from my view
But the angels come back
and laugh in my dreams
I wonder what it means
Aah ta-ra-ra-ra-ta-ra
