Angels (Live in the Studio)

I wish you would believe me
The evening that I saw
It was more colorful
Than any of those paintings on the wall
It was vibrant, my eyelids were sticking to my jaw
Am I melting together or is that change of the weather?
But don't sleep, run your hands under the faucet
You're supposed to feel a bit weak and nauseous, I promise
Notice how the moon just shines
And notice how your mind
And the sky are intertwined and you can fly
But stay put, it will only be a problem
When you lose your footsteps
And remember who you're following
The seasons changed and I'll be back
The only fresh air here is the window cracks
Some fresh air

Because I swear, you're just a fallen angel
Cice to meet you
You came, back when I was slipping
And I just need you to say
You're not going and you're not leaving today
Because come tomorrow I'm back to normal
Lonely as I go out the front door
Exploring like I have to but what for?
I finally found this thing, and in the midst of it
I ran across a couple of people switching instruments
But we know, that's how things go
No matter what I choose to do, it never seems to show
The seasons changed and I'll be back
The only fresh air here is when the window cracks