Falling Grace

Stormy weather, noisy lorries on the way

dirty single thoughts under the rain

there's a fen around my moral ground

Never could regret this smelly little town

All my friends my friends are gone, my friends are gone, my friends are gone...

Sweet blue hiss, thorny nightingale

something odd on a Sunday winter's noon

Bless my soul and everyone's around

Never could regret this smelly little town

Now I wonder, I wonder why, I wonder why, I wonder why...

Fallin grace, you should have been a star

Now you beg me for some kind of fallen grace

Lyrics Submitted by Alessandro Pagani