Woorden: Glen Hansard & Markéta Irglová. Fallen From The Sky.

You must've fallen from the sky

you must've shattered on the wrong way

you brought so many to life

and now you're by yourself

There comes a point in every fight

where giving up seems like the only way

when everyone has said goodbye

and now you're on your own

And if you need somewhere to fell apart

some where to fall apart



When the rules of Cain, the riots you made

the hours that called for those who blame

the broken glass, the fool that asked

you move an arrow to stop the fall

You must've fallen from the sky

you must've come here in the pourin' rain

you took so many through the light

and now you're on your own

and if you need somewhere to fall apart

some where to fall apart



When the ruins of man, the blood it ran near

the fool of ?, the pallid/pouted hag

the nights that make the rat alive

the rules that follow the outed man

the falling star, the way we are in love

the rules that never ever multiply

you must've fallen from the sky

you must've come here on the wrong way

you came among a severed tie

but now you're on your own

and if you need somewhere to fall apart

some where to fall apart



With a call you saved a basket case

the rules of thumb you have to break

the raging skull that racked the bull

the nails that drag and either half

Well, I will make my work of that

I know this place

I know this town

You must've fallen from the sky