London - Angel

lyric: The only thing left to rely on me The freedom. Distress. Seven years no sleep. The whole world at the palm of your hand An orphan, poor girl, you’re going mad Your pity full tears Your glooming songs Your tortured angel Nobody cares it’s gone No one feels better, no one The skies are sliding towards you No fall this year, just winter for two The world is bombing follows your way Your angel is sleeping, not here today. Your pity full tears Your glooming songs Your tortured angel