Sound the guards that get inside your head and take you through the rain to show you something painfully real 
And here you will see reflected selves of those who've traveled there and carved their names on the wheel 
Reaching for the sound of a familiar song to break the fall
Creep inside a bird's eye view, you'll hear it in the morning news, the satire in it all 

Blowing kisses at the sky 
Momma why do the angels have to die 

Frequently you tutored me, your blood-shot eyes I couldn't see 
I fixed myself on your sound 
At ten years old I couldn't smell the bourbon I could only tell that laughter was all around 
And sometimes you would lift your head with a grin 
that could save us all 
But as I lay awake at night I'd hear the panic stricken plight of sobbing through the walls 

Blowing kisses at the sky 
Momma why do the angels have to die 
Blowing kisses at the sky 
Momma why do the angels have to die 

For fifteen years I didn't know 
that your music was inside me and it's growing 

I remember how it flowed the images of laughter grow as I react to this call on the phone 
It's like something whispered in your ear stripping all you had to fear until you were all alone 
But what was it that you had to give back in return 
Silently I'll say goodbye and maybe then I'll finally cry, but still my head will turn hoping just to find you there still... 

Blowing kisses at the sky 
Momma why do the angels have to die 
Blowing kisses at the sky 
Momma why do the angels have to die 
they have to die 
they have to die 
they have to die