THE FALL
Music by Nitram and Stevie MuRee; Lyrics by Stevie MuRee
Copyright © 1999 Beryl Grady all rights reserved
Remember when
we thought they couldn't touch us here.
Remember when
we thought it was all so clear.
Was I dreaming, no I didn't think so.
Sinlence streaming, accross the windows of my soul.
Doesn't it seem strange that there are no lights,
and still there are shadows on these walls
The midnight howls of his ragged calls
Was it the cool, dark things she said
When we were dead,
Was that the beginning of our fall.
Silence streaming
across the window of my soul.
Rocked in silence
waves of the undertow.
I placed your orders babe
and I paid your tolls
The dream catchers here
are made of gold.
Doesn't it seem strange that there are no lights,
and still there are shadows on these walls
The midnight howls of his ragged calls
It was the cool, dark things she said
When we were dead,
Was that the beginning of our fall.