Woke up this morning
With feathers in my bed
It left me wondering
Have I been sleeping with an angel again
Cause nothing’s more empty then a bottle breaking
When everything is spinning down the drain
To me my life is like an angel falling
I’ll never get to be myself again
Woke up this morning
With feathers stuck to my hands
There was a hole in
There was a hole in my pillow again
Cause nothing’s more empty then a bottle breaking
When everything is spinning down the drain
To me my life is like an angel falling
I’ll never get to be myself again
That’s why I’m walking through halls
I’m walking through walls
There’s nothing left inside of me at all
That’s why I’m walking through halls
I’m walking through walls
There’s nothing left but the sound of the fall