Hanging by threads of pale silver
You say that you'll be there to catch me
Or will you only try to trap me
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant to break
You'll never change me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
You're falling down and all around me
Falling
A stroke of luck or a gift from god?
Hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You come to me now
Don't ask me why
Don't even try
Stroke of luck or a gift from god?
Hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me
Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and all around me
Falling again
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling