Text: 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
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
Glen Hansard & Markéta Irg