Staying awake the night, with one wing on the ground.
Staying awake the night, wondering why luck is avoiding.
Painting with words, feelings to the paper.
painting with words, something, where would need an answer.
Wishing someone would find this question.
Chorus:
Hey, are there more of us, who got lost in the world
here on the cold ground, with broken wings.
Hey, are there more of us, fallen angels
here waiting alone, someone other who's the same,
with broken wings
Memories are drawn, to an lonely mind
memories are drawn, small shadow of a smile appears.
Still trusting that the luck would turn around-
Trusting that somewhere will find an answer.
Knowing that, someone will find this question.
Hey, are there more of us, who got lost in the world
here on the cold ground, with broken wings.
Hey, are there more of us, fallen angels
here waiting alone, someone other who's the same,
with broken wings