Текст песни Paradise Fell - Piers Faccini
Gone
is
the
hour
when
the
hand
drops
There
goes
the
fall
at
the
last
stop
Soar
on
the
wing
south
we've
gone
Trapped
to
the
fold
hurricane
blowing
Dive
with
the
wind
dipped
in
the
tide
Trapped
to
the
edge
but
the
wrong
side
You
wouldn't
wait,
and
I
couldn't
stay
Trick
to
the
bait
is
Nature's
play
Form
is
the
bone
with
the
vessel
cracked
Spoke
in
the
wheel
with
the
back
track
Bird
on
the
branch
with
no
say
Sing
a
little
now
for
another
way
Burden's
a
beast
without
a
home
Too
far
gone
I've
never
known
Paradise
fell
on
the
eighth
day
We're
on
the
last
watch
Should
I
even
pray?
I
want
us
to
grow
old
I
want
us
to
get
through
I
want
us
to
be
whole
I'd
love
to
be
as
new
I
want
us
to
evolve
I'd
like
us
to
be
true
Then
maybe
we'd
be
whole
And
we
could
be
as
new
I
want
us
to
grow
old
I
want
us
to
get
through
I
want
us
to
be
whole
Then
we
could
be
as
new
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