Somewhere there's speaking...
It's already coming in.
Oh, and it's rising at the back of your mind.
You never could get it,
Unless you were fed it,
Now you're here and you don't know why.

But under skinned knees and the skid marks,
Past the places where you used to learn,
You howl and listen-
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't return.

He's everything you want.
He's everything you need.
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time.
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

You're waiting for someone
To put you together.
You're waiting for someone to push you away.
There's always another wound to discover.
There's always something more you wish he'd say.

He's everything you want.
He's everything you need.
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time.
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

But you'll just sit tight
And watch it unwind.
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time.
It's only what you're waiting for.

Out of the island...
Into the highway...
Past the places where you might have turned.
You never did notice,
But you still hide away.
The anger of angels who won't return.

I'm everything you want.
I'm everything you need.
I'm everything inside of you
That you wish you could be.
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time.
But I mean nothing to you
And I don't know why.