Tekstovi: 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?