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