Fall from the Skies

I lay my body down - get lost and be never found

I'm ready here to die - to bring you back to life

Yes I hope you come alive ...

I hope you come back . . . Ivy

I need the box from Grantham Bain

To take a picture when they're coming back again

To catch their noises in the room

A phonograph from Thomas Alva Edison

I have so many needful things

A spider web of fathoms let manjiras ring

So I'll detect them in the end

My strange phenomena I'll find the evidence

I finally start the operation for my Ghost Xperiment

Search a utopian conclusion of all innocence

In this murderland

So I have to repair all the rainbows

They're tainted with half light

And when they fall from the skies

Dark falling angels as out of nowhere

Like from a tomorrow time

Hold on hold on

But this day will never come

This song it's all about - how heaven's burning out

Then a voice on the recorder

And a cold breath kisses my skin

And my astral clingfish ghosttrap

Starts now slowly breathing in

I've evolved this new brand to capture

My wicked illusions

And then they fall from the skies

Dark falling heralds as out of nowhere

Like from a tomorrow time

Hold on hold on

But the day will never come

I'm a thrown away sadness

in God's castaway land

Sealed with a lithophane frailness

And a mindblowing freight in my head

I once lost my sweet angel Ivy

With her disarming cyan blue eyes and I know

That I have nothing to lose anymore

Maybe they or maybe I

There is something behind our rainbows

Now I can see them

And then they fall from the skies

I'll find the answer to all my questions

And when they fall from the skies

Hold on hold on - Hold on and believe

Hold on hold on - I said

Hold on believe - That today the day has come