Falling Angel

(hmmm-mm) Streets are wide and the air is cold

Looking for a hand to hold Golden curls in the sodium glare

No one seems to see him there

He left his wings on the boulevard

Finding out that the concrete's hard

(so hard)

Oh, lost angel boy

Trading heaven

for a temporary joy

Underneath the arches, hiding in the dark

Trying to ignite

a tiny spark

Dusty boots and a broken crown

Walking through a silent town

He remembers how he used to fly

Now he's just another passerby

Did you lose your way? (ooh-ooh)

Did you want to stay? (ahhh)

Or did you just want to feel the ground?

Oh, lost angel boy

Trading heaven

for a temporary joy

Underneath the arches, hiding in the dark

Trying to ignite

a tiny spark

Lost angel boy... (go

home now)