Falling - Nitin Sawhney

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