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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Ilse DeLange
Chant
Patrick Leonard
Claviers
Michael Perfitt
Guitare rythmique
Brian MacLeod
Batterie
Bruce Gaitsch
Guitare acoustique
Lyle Workman
Guitare électrique
Sean Hurley
Guitare basse
Shenkar
Violon
Vanessa Freebairn-Smith
Violoncelle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ilse DeLange
Composition
Patrick Leonard
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Patrick Leonard
Production
Michael Perfitt
Ingénierie de mixage
Jesse String
Ingénierie
Joshua Smith
Ingénierie de mixage
Kevin Mills
Ingénierie
Paul Fig
Ingénierie de mixage
Shaun Evans
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
The leaves will fall again
The wind comes crawling in
The rain with all its sin
Captures me again
The words it threw my way
Filled my soul with pain
My anger into space
Almost found it's way again
[Verse 2]
Questions to embrace
Feelings that you'll face
In this holy land
A desert made of quicksand
Streets that lead you there
Places of your fear
Some force pulls you in
The shadow world
[Verse 3]
About the time I made the great escape
I was falling, falling, falling from heaven
In every picture that I drew
I saw you falling, falling, falling from heaven
[Verse 4]
From an empty face
The smile wiped away
Eyes that never see
Blind the deepest me
Act a small charade
Words you can’t explain
Silence louder than the doubt
Lingers in the sound
[Verse 5]
By the time I made the great escape
I was falling, falling, falling from heaven
In every picture that I drew
I saw you falling, falling, falling from heaven
I got down on my knees and prayed
I was calling, calling, calling to heaven
Just in time I made the great escape
I was falling, falling, falling from heaven
[Verse 6]
If you just talk to me
If you just look at me
We’ll be all right
[Verse 7]
By the time I made the great escape
I was falling, falling, falling from heaven
In every picture that I drew
I saw you falling, falling, falling from heaven
I got down on my knees and prayed
I was calling, calling, calling to heaven
Just in time I made the great escape
I was falling, falling, falling from heaven
[Verse 8]
Falling from heaven
Written by: Ilse DeLange, Patrick Leonard