Ben Christophers Transatlantic Shooting Stars Lyrics

Transatlantic Shooting Stars Lyrics

Fallen angel in the crowd

Drags her heels over the noise

Lays down
at the roadside of regard

A canyon in my broken mind

Echos deep
inside the vale

There's dustcarts for the dead birds in the trees



Trans-atlantic shooting stars over mainline

Here they come
suburban gods 

To bless desire



Heaven hopes you find her
here

The raincatchers

The devils blades

There's karma for the
misfits of our times



Take this really you take my soul

Take
me down when you laugh I fall 

All this pity has broken me

But my
survival lies with me



I'm going to love you as best as I can

I'm going to hold you close when I tremble

I'm going to love you as
best as I can

I'm going to see you rise



I won't ever let you
fall out of my senses

Fall out of my own hands

No I won't ever let
you let you



Will I find my way home?