I want to be the angel
I want to be the mystery
I want to be the phantom
That nobody else can see
My apartment might seem real tragic
I'm sitting here scheming secretly
Part of me dreaming this magic
Might find its way back to me
I'm leaving signs around town
I'm painting arrows on the ground
I'm leaving hints and clues
Hoping that they'll lead you to me
I hope that I don't surrender
I hope I don't give in easily
Sloth is a sneaky vendor
That could sell my life back to me
I want to be the fable
Skulk through your house when you're not home
Cut the legs on your kitchen table
So you wonder if you have grown
I'm not a thug or a gangster
More like a bug or a prankster
I'm a subtle superhero
Injecting life into your life
Through the steam of coffee. Just behind the sugar
Reflected in the window. There's a perfect pair of eyes
Perched above the city. Back lit by the lamp light
A hand pulls back a curtain. There's a perfect pair of eyes
I want to be the angel. I want to be the mystery
I want to be the phantom. That nobody else can see