Transatlantic Shooting Stars lyrics translation: BEN CHRISTOPHERS Transatlantic Shooting Stars song texte and letras BEN CHRISTOPHERS Transatlantic Shooting Stars tab, paroles and testo BEN CHRISTOPHERS Transatlantic Shooting Stars Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
Fallen angel in the crowd
Drags her heels over the noise
Lays down at the roadside of regard
A canyon in my broken mind
Echos deep inside the vale
There`s dustcarts for the dead birds in the trees
Trans-atlantic shooting stars over mainline
Here they come suburban gods
To bless desire
Heaven hopes you find her here
The raincatchers
The devils blades
There`s karma for the misfits of our times
Take this really you take my soul
Take me down when you laugh I fall
All this pity has broken me
But my survival lies with me
I`m going to love you as best as I can
I`m going to hold you close when I tremble
I`m going to love you as best as I can
I`m going to see you rise
I won`t ever let you fall out of my senses
Fall out of my own hands
No I won`t ever let you let you