Crayon Angel Songtext

von Ron Sexsmith

Crayon angel songs
Are slightly out of tune
But I'm sure I'm not to blame.
Nothing's happened but I think it will soon,
So I sit here waiting for God...
And a train

To the astral plane.

Magic rings I made
Have turned my finger green
And my mystic roses died.

Guess reality is not as it seems,
So I sit here hoping for truth...
And a ride

To the other side.

Phony prophets stole
The only light I knew
And the darkness softly screamed.
Holy visions disappeared from my view,
But the angels come back and laugh
In my dreams...
I wonder what it means.