In tonight's breeze, I can see phantoms
Swaying with the trees, sounding lone anthems
But those trees don't sway for me
Those phantoms don't cry for me
And I wait, while my

world rends asunder
I'm not gonna break under
its weight While the
phantoms sing dirges;
The angels are crying, today

In tonight's breeze, you can hear crying
Voices in the leaves, the angels are sighing
But those angels don't sigh for you
That crying is coming from you
And you wait, while your

world rends asunder
You're not gonna break under
its weight While the
phantoms sing dirges;
The angels are crying, today

The beautiful sky is falling
Can you hear the breeze calling
to you?
And the phantoms are falling
Can't you hear that I'm calling
to you?
To you