Text: Matt Nathanson. Beneath These Fireworks. Angel.

You sounded so good on the phone
All moved up and all moved on
Me and gravity, we never could agree
But I can almost see the sky
When I need to, I close me 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 seas
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