Me And The Leaves کے بول

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