Texty: Here I Come Falling. A Ghost Town For A Graveyard.

The air's too cold to breathe tonight
so let's just run away
we'll tie our lungs together
& hold our breath forever

the witness has no eyes
& you're too blind to see
we'll never need to fly again
so Preacher clip these wings

surrender!
we're on the run
surrender!

speak up darling
i can't hear you sing
it seems you've lost
your melody

this symphony won't last too long
before the sky falls down
there's a ghost town for a graveyard
where we'll never be found

the world will stop
the sun won't shine
& the stars will scorch the sky

the dead will rise
& rain will fall
as Heaven begins to cry

Preacher clip these wings!
Preacher clip these wings!