Most Children Do Songtext
von The Fallen Angels

′Twas once told a fairy tale
I knew it to be true
I felt differently, most children do
Mind picture, real you
Sometimes you're there too


Dreams fell from clouded skies
And floated on the dew
Clouds of purple satin dust
Danced across my view
Makes a lovely light
It won′t last the night

Minutes make up hours
Hours make up time
Time was all I had to spend
But time's no longer mine
Soon my dreams will end
Night must now end too