Brown Bird - Blood of Angels lyrics

I can’t make my mood match the weather
I can’t make the weather do what I want
So I’ve resigned myself to pry that big
Old sun out of the sky
And I will live my days in darkness til I die

I tried to be good, I was a failure
So I took to taking all the good men down
It wasn’t hard to do
I just huffed and puffed and blew
Until all the two-shoes scattered underground

You could be right
They might come for me at night
In angry mobs with torches
Bright outside my door
For all my spite, I might never win the fight
But, I will rage against
The light forever more

I drank the blood of angels from a bottle
Just to see if I could
Call the lightning down
It hasn’t struck me yet
And I would wage my soul to bet
That there ain’t no one
Throwing lightning anyhow

Too many tries at tempting fate
To call it over and you get to thinking
Fate's got different plans
Like maybe I'm not born to die
But to bring darkness to the sky
And pull that goddamn sun down any way I can

You could be right
They might come for me at night
In angry mobs with torches
Bright outside my door
For all my spite, I might never win the fight
But, I will rage against
The light forever more

And oh the hopelessly tender hearted tend
To sing the loudest of love
But my sweet temptations turn their
Songs into a lie
I fold the grass over all they’ve started to
Never see the light of the sun
As they dwell in darkness, so shall I

Don’t try to come around here
Spreading sentiments of cheer
You told your last white lie
Everything is not alright
You hope, you pray, you love the light of day
But there’s no one up there listening tonight

I can’t make my mood match the weather
(Don’t try to come around here
Spreading sentiments of cheer)
I can’t make the weather do what I want
(You told your last white lie
Everything is not alright)
So I’ve resigned myself to pry that big
Old sun out of the sky (You hope, you pray
You love the light of day)
And I will live my days in darkness til I die
(But there’s no one up
There listening tonight)

You could be right
They might come for me at night
(Don’t try to come around here
Spreading sentiments of cheer)
In angry mobs with torches
Bright outside my door
(You told your last white lie
Everything is not alright)
For all my spite, I might never win the fight
(You hope, you pray
You love the light of day)
But, I will rage against
The light forever more
(But there’s no one up
There listening tonight)

I can’t make my mood match the weather
I can’t make the weather do what I want
So I’ve resigned myself to pry that big
Old sun out of the sky
And I will live my days in darkness til I die