Angels To Birds

I am hearing mixed messages from you. Like angels to birds' I don't understand the chorus. Or better still, the words But when we argue I feel like I'm not heard. There's too much heavenly singing. There is too much background noise. There's too much music ringing. To hear a word There's too much lofty energy. There's too much static recollection. To give flight to this clipped flightless bird. Sure, I want to soar to new heights. Sure, I want to know what does whet your appetite. What makes you ignite? 'I don't want any mixed messages. Or any late-on blockbuster rewrites.'