Heaven Falls

You reach out to pat my back But twist the knife instead I can't touch your private world Or illusions of your mind Season of unearthly need Reading further down Time is lost and you're the same You're acting without thought now Who will you run to When heaven falls Here we stand now back to back We're choking just to speak I can't touch your private world Or illusions of your mind now Losing grip of fading thought What difference did it make Loosing touch of what you had When time left you behind