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 [bad word] Nothing here redeems me
no angels to release me

I dream of falling angels
I dream of falling angels
touching me

shadow's burried me [bad word] 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

Nitin Sawhney - Falling [bad word] [bad word] lyric/nitin-sawhney/falling.htm#ixzz29rr1Mz5U