There's a token of my openness.

Of my need to not disappear.

How I'm feeling, so revealing to me.

I found my mind too clear.

I just need someone to be there for me.

I just want someone to be there for me.



All the static in my attic-a.

Shoots down my side nerve.

To the ocean of my platitudes, longitudes, latitudes.

It's so absurd.

I just need someone to be there for... Yeah.

I just want someone to be there for...

Someone to be there for...



Cause I'll stop trying to make a difference.

I'm not trying to make a difference.

I'll stop trying to make a difference. No way.

I'll stop trying to make a difference.

I'm not trying to make a difference.

I'll stop trying to make a difference. No way.



Ooh, let's call it an angel... (x3)



Cause I'll stop trying to make a difference.

I'm not trying to make a difference.

I'll stop trying to make a difference. No way.

Cause I'll stop trying to make a difference.

I'm not trying to make a difference.

I'm not trying to make a difference. No way.

No way. No way.



Let's call in an angel.

Who's calling an angel?