Angels Fall - Winterpills

At the loser's ball

You were pretty and tall

Writing in the wall in your childish scrawl

Pretty and tall you were born to fall

They were on their knees

They were wailing:

Burn your wings on the sun

Trying to lose everyone

Burn your wings on the sun

And you're falling

Cold nights spent

Dreaming other men's words

Sleeping in the wings

Of your sedative birds

Hoarding all your charms

In your phantom arms

Hiding from the hail and the thunder

Burn your wings on the sun

Trying to love everyone

Burn your wings on the sun

And you're falling falling falling

Falling falling falling

At the loser's ball

You were pretty and tall

Writing in the wall in your childish scrawl

Pretty and tall you were born to fall

They were on their knees

They were wailing:

Burn your wings on the sun

Trying to love everyone

Burn your wings on the sun

And you're falling

Burn your wings on the sun

Trying to lose everyone

Burn your wings on the sun

And you're falling falling falling