My Angel
An angel above who's wings are so white
Left me a feather in plain sight
Whether you believe it or not, refrain from disdain
Restrain the mundane, but abstain from the insane
Aim at the sky, like you're a plane on a campaign
But stay on smooth terrain, and entertain the frame of the lame
While you move to groove that's supposed to rain on the vain
Left me a feather in plain sight
Whether you believe it or not, refrain from disdain
Restrain the mundane, but abstain from the insane
Aim at the sky, like you're a plane on a campaign
But stay on smooth terrain, and entertain the frame of the lame
While you move to groove that's supposed to rain on the vain