Falling Angels

Falling Angels - Nitin Sawhney It＇s a time for grwon up boys To make a mess of prety things To lose yourself and find A peace in your good-bye I lost my faith in you To distant dreams of true Nothing here redemes me No angels to release me Unchain my

A maniac in action you look insanely bad The little circus clown is waiting for his sentence Now you will hear my dark words No matter where you are In the day, in the night No matter where you are! Missing what you once were No more lies no falling