Nitin Sawhney
Falling Angels
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 falling angels Unchain my falling angels To chain me The shadows burry me In rusty memories Hopes for inside My angels call good-byes You lost that photo-album smile To memories fadded ,fadded,fading... Shall we fade child?
From Letras Mania