作词 : Walsh | |
Angels have fallen, fallen from heaven, where did they go | |
No one could save them, no one forgave them, their chance to know | |
When I hear them below, | |
I think how it is to be weary | |
Children are restless, they know what can happen when men are vain | |
Talking in riddles won't keep them from knowing you've gone insane | |
They know a few will try to gain by trying to live like their teachers | |
Save me for now, save me forever | |
Hold me so close, | |
I can't bear to go | |
There's darkness around me or is it within me | |
You're living forever, but | |
I'm dying so slow | |
Inside a window that leads to your conscience, you'll see, you'll hear | |
People are talking, maybe you know them, they know you're near | |
Masking themselves from fear and asking themselves who their friends are | |
Save me for now, save me forever | |
Hold me so close, | |
I can't bear to go | |
There's darkness around me or is it within me | |
You're living forever, but | |
I'm dying so slow | |
Well, you say that you've been here in this life and time | |
You say it's no good here, but you say that so fine | |
As you reach for your winnings, an angelic excuse | |
Around them you act humble, still you never refuse | |
You better tell all your people to watch for a sign | |
To make them glad they are living in this life and time | |
The angels have fallen, they've all gone away | |
It's you that must find them by living each day |
zuo ci : Walsh | |
Angels have fallen, fallen from heaven, where did they go | |
No one could save them, no one forgave them, their chance to know | |
When I hear them below, | |
I think how it is to be weary | |
Children are restless, they know what can happen when men are vain | |
Talking in riddles won' t keep them from knowing you' ve gone insane | |
They know a few will try to gain by trying to live like their teachers | |
Save me for now, save me forever | |
Hold me so close, | |
I can' t bear to go | |
There' s darkness around me or is it within me | |
You' re living forever, but | |
I' m dying so slow | |
Inside a window that leads to your conscience, you' ll see, you' ll hear | |
People are talking, maybe you know them, they know you' re near | |
Masking themselves from fear and asking themselves who their friends are | |
Save me for now, save me forever | |
Hold me so close, | |
I can' t bear to go | |
There' s darkness around me or is it within me | |
You' re living forever, but | |
I' m dying so slow | |
Well, you say that you' ve been here in this life and time | |
You say it' s no good here, but you say that so fine | |
As you reach for your winnings, an angelic excuse | |
Around them you act humble, still you never refuse | |
You better tell all your people to watch for a sign | |
To make them glad they are living in this life and time | |
The angels have fallen, they' ve all gone away | |
It' s you that must find them by living each day |
zuò cí : Walsh | |
Angels have fallen, fallen from heaven, where did they go | |
No one could save them, no one forgave them, their chance to know | |
When I hear them below, | |
I think how it is to be weary | |
Children are restless, they know what can happen when men are vain | |
Talking in riddles won' t keep them from knowing you' ve gone insane | |
They know a few will try to gain by trying to live like their teachers | |
Save me for now, save me forever | |
Hold me so close, | |
I can' t bear to go | |
There' s darkness around me or is it within me | |
You' re living forever, but | |
I' m dying so slow | |
Inside a window that leads to your conscience, you' ll see, you' ll hear | |
People are talking, maybe you know them, they know you' re near | |
Masking themselves from fear and asking themselves who their friends are | |
Save me for now, save me forever | |
Hold me so close, | |
I can' t bear to go | |
There' s darkness around me or is it within me | |
You' re living forever, but | |
I' m dying so slow | |
Well, you say that you' ve been here in this life and time | |
You say it' s no good here, but you say that so fine | |
As you reach for your winnings, an angelic excuse | |
Around them you act humble, still you never refuse | |
You better tell all your people to watch for a sign | |
To make them glad they are living in this life and time | |
The angels have fallen, they' ve all gone away | |
It' s you that must find them by living each day |