Love Battery - Angelhead

Not making sense is making sense to me
The walls that we put up aren't real
Now I've got one, I've got two, I've got three
Sitting on top of my fridge
I don't know if they really exist
Like angels over my head.

Like he said, don't tie your hands
Like he said, don't tie your friends.

Misery doesn't want me to stay
I'm left to soak in the price of rage
Sticky pearls from fingertips
Light up the smoke if it resists
Strange pavement flies away and
Offers a coat and a reason to stay

What he said, don't tie your hands
What he said, don't tie your friends
Nothing gets out, nothing gets in.

Not making sense, is making sense to me
The walls that we put up aren't real
Now I've got one, I've got two, I've got three
Sitting on top of my world.

What he said, don't tie your hands
What he said, don't tie your friends
Nothing gets out, nothing gets in.