Early morning, cars gently hum
And these lost, froze ants in a rush
I remember my blue sky, when angels were falling down
Like ripe fruits into basket of my life
Where…where is it now?

I wanna believe you, I wanna believe it’s true
But something’s wrong when tiredness is like scar on your face
I remember this warm night, when stars were falling down
And all these dreams supposed to come true

I’ve found world never wanting to know
See funny people that are pulling the strings
Even my thoughts aren’t real
I felt it once now I feel it again
What is wrong with my life?
Even my eyes aren’t real

In my dreams, I often runaway from this place
And in the spotlight of the sun
I can hear my own voice

I’m falling down…