Fall little angel. You have lost your wings.  Trade in your halo  For a soft show.  Down little angel. Who has cut your strings?  Fear the light of the sun.  Didn't they warn you?    Chorus:  What held me, now floats above.  Fall from grace – no longer loved.  My lover,  Your branches too.    We've so much in common, me and the leaves.  How can a dancer dance if you don't sing?  Trade in all that was sunshine for a shady view.  I never knew silence could be so deafening.   All that used to surround   Twinkles above you.     Chorus X2