she's riding shotgun on a dark sunday shadow, wings unfolding can you hear them sing? she has a face of sunshine, a heart of shiny fallen pebbles she wants everything... there's a little girl inside, hiding, sticks and stones and broken bones chair against the door but the angels tell her that's not what she's for... there's a house on a windy road in a forest on a blue mountain just the sweetest air brilliant beauty, sweeping glory, swim like mermaids on the water surely god lives here there's a little girl inside, crying... trying on a new promise footsteps on the stair but the angels tell her that's not what she's for... sleep and dream, everything dear that you hold... you gotta have... sweet dreams, let your wings unfold... she has a covered wagon, circled horses, magic potions and a silver ring she wears her scars like mink stoles and precious gems she has everything... so the angels tell her that is what she's for the angels tell her that is what she's for... sleep and dream, everything dear that you hold... you gotta have... sweet dreams, let your wings unfold... the angels tell her...