Текст и слова песни Nitin Sawhney – Falling
There's a time for grown up boys
To make a mess of pretty things
To lose yourself and find
A piece in your goodbye
I lost my faith in you
To distant dreams of true
Nothing here redeems me
No angels to release me
I dream of falling angels
I dream of falling angels
Touching me
A shadow's burried me
In rusty memories
Hopes for inside
My angels called goodbye
You lost that photo album smile
To memories faded, faded..
I dream of falling angels
I dream of falling angels
Touching me
I dream of falling angels
I dream of falling angels
Touching me
To make a mess of pretty things
To lose yourself and find
A piece in your goodbye
I lost my faith in you
To distant dreams of true
Nothing here redeems me
No angels to release me
I dream of falling angels
I dream of falling angels
Touching me
A shadow's burried me
In rusty memories
Hopes for inside
My angels called goodbye
You lost that photo album smile
To memories faded, faded..
I dream of falling angels
I dream of falling angels
Touching me
I dream of falling angels
I dream of falling angels
Touching me
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