Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
Natalie Duncan
The crutch that I hold
As brittle as old bone
Gonna hail their omery stones
'Cause hell I don't, hell I don't
Hell I don't feel anything
Ooh the words you wrote are the ones I spoke
So now I feel like I'm not alone
And now the sky is falling
And now the sky is falling
And now the sky is falling
I've got marble eyes in my head
The fire's flames are red
A bullet explodes instead
'Cause hell I don't, hell I don't
Hell I don't feel anything
Ooh and the words you wrote are the ones I spoke
So now I feel like I'm not alone
And now the sky is falling
And now the sky is falling
And now the sky is falling
Ah
And now the sky is falling
(And now the sky is falling)
And now the sky is falling
(And now the sky is falling)
And now the sky is falling
(And now the sky is falling)
Ah