It's not time to beg the stars are falling from the skies while our souls are crying and lying through the trees we can find something fine the angels fly high to carry our hurts faraway, so close deepest and sea and to burn and hide behind last crime of the crimes we can't stop to dream and love we are not just made of bones today we are one there is time to sun and time to moon there is time to silence silence of the rain to lips touch each others