Me and the Leaves

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?

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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