Grand old temples in the sky
Where like birds the people fly
Waxy weak and melting wings
As they fall the angels sing
Falling
Falling
Falling
From the sky
Love of warmth brought the fire
Destroyed by their own desire
Their world will fade and they will die
They no longer fly
Falling
Falling
Falling
From the sky
Now they fall unsatisfied
From grand old temples in the sky
Now they fall unsatisfied
Falling
Falling
Falling
From the sky