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
