Текст песни Crayon Angel - Ken Stringfellow

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 what 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.