Fallen Angel

And the city's strength should've held a thousand years, 
and we'd made our plans from the dreams you'd had between those years.

Don't try to tell me that what we had was magic,
and make me see the miracle of love.

When the city fell you must've wept a thousand tears, 
but the walls we'd built were still standing after all these years,

Distinct the Fallen Angel, ties your body to a rack, 
and you feel her soul's condition as her hands caress your back.
But I will not believe in angels, or in any devil's hell, 
And I have no faith in heroes or in any lover's spell.

Don't try to tell me that what we had is magic,
I think it's just the colour of your hair. 
The dreams keep on coming and maybe they will linger... 
maybe they will linger...

Distinct the Fallen Angel, ties your body to a rack, 
and you feel her soul's condition as her hands caress your back.
But I will not believe in angels, or in any devil's hell, 
And I have no faith in heroes or in any lover's spell.

Don't try to tell me that what we had is magic,
I think it's just the colour of your hair. 
The dreams keep on coming and maybe they will linger... 
maybe they will linger...