Psst, I Heard You Can Fly

She stepped towards the balcony
The wind had called her name once more
Roaring her fate
She had for the last time smiled her sorrows towards the land

A perfect night like this calls for a celebration
And when that dress hits the ground, we shall raise our glass

Cut the band
Capture, kill the conductor
Enough of this now
Were tired of the same old song

I hope that fall lasts a lifetime

Be there hell below
I know you'll show
(our graves will be where we shall meet again)

I saw your cherubs crying out for what you've done to them
I saw your angel crying alone, what have you done to him?