Lisbon — Angra

Everynight I say a prayer Look at me: nobody cares Just a mirror, passing by... Looked inside: I've lost my pride...!

Stay with me not for so long It's alright: no needs, no hope Such a miracle, looking back... Time gone by, and life wasn't bad...!

Lord, light my way Fill these withered, careless hands...

Oh, skies are falling down Skies are falling down Oh, skies are falling down Skies are falling down

See, the birds are back... At the docks and everywhere Here in Lisbon, realized This whole world so strange and divine

Lord, light my way Fill these withered, careless hands...

Oh, skies are falling down Skies are falling down Oh, skies are falling down Skies are falling down