Another wasted moment
realising we're not real.
Can you hear the angels calling
when night is young and silence comes?
You touch my face and I break down.

Tonight...I'm sleeping with eyes wide open,
you're my eyes when I am not there
these everlasting angels calling,
it can't be real, this must be a dream,
you touch my face, ou set me free...

When night is young and silence comes,
you touch my face and I break down,
this can't be real, this must be a dream,
you touch my face, you set me free...