When The Angels Fall
When the angels fall
Shadows on the wall
In the thunder’s call
Something haunts us all
When the angels fall
Take your father’s cross
Gently from the wall
A shadow still remaining
See the churches fall
In mighty arcs of sound
And all that they’re containing
Yet all the ragged souls
Of all the ragged men
Looking for their lost homes
Shuffle to the ruins
From the leveled plain
To search among the tombstones
When the angels fall
Shadows on the wall
In the thunder’s call
Something haunts us all
When the angels fall
These are my feet
These are my hands
These are my children
And this is my demand
Bring down the angels
Cast them from my sight
I never want to see
A million suns at midnight
Your hands are empty
The streets are empty
You can’t control us
You can’t control us anymore
When the angels fall
When the angels fall
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