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
The dreams keep coming on, 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...