Crayon angles songs are slightly out of tune
But Im sure Im not to blame
Nothings happened but I think it will soon
So I sit here waiting for God and a train to the astroplane
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 waiting for truth and a ride to the other side

Ba Ba Da Da Da Da Da
Ba Ba Da Da Da Da Da

Phony prophets stole the only light I knew
And the darkness softly screams
Holy visions disapear from my view
But the angles come back and laugh in my dreams
I wonder what it means

Edited by: Megan Lea...