Debra Davis Angels In The Attic
This world can leave you high and dry
Like a kid kicked out of a car
This girl will get back up and try
I can always find my way in the dark
I know the monsters under my bed
I know the voices in my head
I’ve got angels in the attic
Tryin on my mother’s clothes
And they’re dancing to the static on the old radios
Hush now and listen to the sound
They’re telling me to keep myself light
Life’s tough with both feet on the ground
Gotta lend a little wing to this flight
I know the whisper in my ear
I know the hand that wipes my tear
I’ve got angels in the attic
Tryin on my mother’s clothes
And they’re dancing to the static…
Is it my imagination or my reality?
I don’t have to change the station or see it to believe…
