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 dancin' to the static on the old radios

Hush now and listen to the sound,
tellin' me to keep myself light
I know the whisper in my ear,
I know the hand that wipes my tear

Is it my imagination or my reality
I don't have to change the station
or see it to believe.