Slow Motions

With the falling leaves

These pictures fade away

Moments of slow motions

What used to be

Is now just a dream

Echoes of silent voices

I'm living this life

Without myself

The wings of angels hanging down

Echoes of silent voices

I'm living this life

Without myself

The wings of angels hanging down

My heart is torn and I'm tired

Of listening to the sound of rain

No difference between

What's real and what is a dream

Through this soft white world I walk

Echoes of silent voices

I'm living this life

Without myself

The wings of angels hanging down

Echoes of silent voices

I'm living this life

Without myself

The wings of angels hanging down