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