Angels Fall

She has the eyes of an angel And a heart made of gold But nobody even knows She walks with her hands in her pockets Wears a hat pulled down low So that everyone will leave her alone So that everyone will leave her alone She's Has the face of an angel

Winterpills - Angels Fall 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