Вершы: 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 buried 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