Fallen Angel
by King Crimson
Tears of joy at the birth of a brother, never alone from that time. Sixteen years through knife fights and danger, strangely why his life not mine. West sky skyline crying, fallen angel dying, risks a life to make a dime. Lifetimes spent on the streets of a city make us the people we are. Switchblade stings in one tenth of a moment, better get back to the car.🏁