Angels Fall کے بول

at the loser's ball you were pretty and tall writing in the wall in your childish scrawl pretty and tall, you were born to fall they were on their knees, they were wailing: burn your wings on the sun trying to lose everyone burn your wings on the sun and you're falling, falling cold nights spent dreaming other men's words sleeping in the wings of your sedative birds hoarding all your charms in your phantom arms hiding from the hail and the thunder burn your wings on the sun trying to love everyone burn your wings on the sun and you're falling, falling at the loser's ball you were pretty and tall writing in the wall in your childish scrawl pretty and tall, you were born to fall they were on their knees, they were wailing: burn your wings on the sun trying to love everyone burn your wings on the sun and you're falling burn your wings on the sun trying to lose everyone burn your wings on the sun and you're falling