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 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?

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