Before It Fell کے بول

Waves of fallen hair down over my eyes Layin' there in the dust of memory What am I coming here to see? Once I was taken and once I was held In a world of your making, before it fell Nights running wild shot from the bottle to the skies I had a song, I had a band The sweetest plan, the softest hands Then I was taken and there I was held In a world of our making, before it fell In a world of our making The ashtrays are full and the bacon is fried A place where I'm welcome, every kiss is goodbye And the space in between nothing And something is everything What is shown and what is seen Where I've lived and where I've been Where I was taken and where I was held In a world of your making, before it fell In a world of your making, before it fell In a world of your making