Fall little angel. You have lost your wings.

Trade in your halo

For a soft show.

Down little angel. Who has cut your strings?

Fear the light of the sun.

Didn't they warn you?



Chorus:

What held me, now floats above.

Fall from grace – no longer loved.

My lover,

your branches too.



We've so much in common, me and the leaves.

How can a dancer dance if you don't sing?

Trade in all that was sunshine for a shady view.

I never knew silence could be so deafening. 

All that used to surround 

twinkles above you. 



Chorus X2