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...