Angeles

Angeles There is a crest for birds that dream And sing a white noise song Beneath the helicopter wings And autumn trees Your mama She was a psychoanalyst Until she egged my car And then she was my nemesis Forever missed I've been driving through darkness Through the smoke and fire On the ground Rising like a phoenix or a bird of paradise Angeles, Angeles Ambulance You drove an ambulance in my dream The sirеn in my skull Went warbling across the street Benеath my feet You gotta Gotta look the beast right in the eyes Until you see yourself And all that you can never be But only see Even though I've been lonely I'll still hover 'round if I can Singing songs a bird might sing in a photograph Angeles, Angeles