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