Angels

I think angels get high

'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky

I think God must've cried

'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life

I think angels get high

When the sun goes down, heroes don't come outside

I seen too many villains provide, how can I choose a side to be on?

Tell a junkie be gone, 'cause I don't push what he on or she on like before

Sometimes it's hard to pay the debt that you owe

Too much of something good will have you strung on the floor

Thunderstorms forever form outside my home

I swear these angels taking bong hits

I wonder if that flood that came through just because

That left us on the curb was one of God's tears

To wash away the pain that we had

The house wasn't much, the neighborhood was bad

The basement won't save us, but the prayers get us past

The rumbling and the thundering never last

So I ask

So I ask

So I ask

I think angels get high

'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky

I think God must've cried

'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life

I think angels get high

Standing on the roof while helicopters swoop by, I think they don't see us

Not even FEMA could redeem the very faith we all lost

That made us once believers

Natural disasters bring us closer

My partner never prayed until he thought the world was over

2012, December 1st, he called me in a panic

He heard a storm was coming, and it might destroy the planet, dammit

I called him back tomorrow 'cause the boat I been paddling, can't deal with so much sorrow

Borrowed time wasted

I probably shoulda played it safe instead of storm chasing

But the prayers will get us past

The rumbling and the thundering never last

So I ask

So I ask

So I ask

I think angels get high

'Cause I can't describe all these clouds in the sky

I think God must've cried

'Cause I can't describe all this rain in my life

I think angels get high