There's a token of my openness.
Of my need to not disappear.
How I'm feeling, so revealing to me.
I found my mind too clear.
I just need someone to be there for me.
I just want someone to be there for me.

All the static in my attic-a.
Shoots down my side nerve.
To the ocean of my platitudes, longitudes, latitudes.
It's so absurd.
I just need someone to be there for... Yeah.
I just want someone to be there for...
Someone to be there for...

Cause I'll stop trying to make a difference.
I'm not trying to make a difference.
I'll stop trying to make a difference. No way.
I'll stop trying to make a difference.
I'm not trying to make a difference.
I'll stop trying to make a difference. No way.

Ooh, let's call it an angel... (x3)

Cause I'll stop trying to make a difference.
I'm not trying to make a difference.
I'll stop trying to make a difference. No way.
Cause I'll stop trying to make a difference.
I'm not trying to make a difference.
I'm not trying to make a difference. No way.
No way. No way.

Let's call in an angel.
Who's calling an angel?