كلمات Angelhead

Not making sense is making sense to me The walls that we put up aren't real Now I've got one, I've got two, I've got three Sitting on top of my fridge I don't know if they really exist Like angels over my head Like he said, don't tie your hands Like he said, don't tie your friends Misery doesn't want me to stay I'm left to soak in the price I've raped Stinking pearls from fingertips Light up the smoke if it resists Strange pavement flies away and Offers a coat and a reason to stay What he said, don't tie your hands What he said, don't tie your friends Nothing gets out, nothing gets in Not making sense, is making sense to me The walls that we put up aren't real Now I've got one, I've got two, I've got three Sitting on top of my world What he said, don't tie your hands What he said, don't tie your friends Nothing gets out, nothing gets in