she's riding shotgun on a dark sunday shadow, wings unfolding
can you hear them sing?
she has a face of sunshine, a heart of shiny fallen pebbles
she wants everything...
there's a little girl inside, hiding, sticks and stones
and broken bones
chair against the door
but the angels tell her
that's not what she's for...
there's a house on a windy road in a forest on a blue mountain
just the sweetest air
brilliant beauty, sweeping glory, swim like mermaids on the water
surely god lives here
there's a little girl inside, crying...
trying on a new promise
footsteps on the stair
but the angels tell her
that's not what she's for...
sleep and dream, everything dear that you hold... you gotta have...
sweet dreams, let your wings unfold...
she has a covered wagon, circled horses, magic potions
and a silver ring
she wears her scars like mink stoles and precious gems
she has everything...
so the angels tell her
that is what she's for
the angels tell her
that is what she's for...
sleep and dream, everything dear that you hold... you gotta have...
sweet dreams, let your wings unfold...
the angels tell her...
