You must've fallen from the sky (Hansard Glen, Irglová Markéta)

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