[Verse 1]
Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from Heaven
But when they get to you (Heaven falling down form the Hell)
When the boy is still a worm
It's hard to learn the number seven
(Four, three, two, one, never get to seven)
But when they get to you
(Five, six, seven, eight, never)
It's the first thing that they do
(Three, two, one, zero)
[Chorus]
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
[Verse 2]
Each time I look outside, my mother dies
I feel my back is changing shape (I wish I had my wings)
But when they get to you
Each time I make my mother cry
An angel dies and falls from Heaven
But when they get to you (Heaven falling down form the Hell)
When the boy is still a worm
It's hard to learn the number seven
(Four, three, two, one, never get to seven)
But when they get to you
(Five, six, seven, eight, never)
It's the first thing that they do
(Three, two, one, zero)
[Chorus]
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
Prick your finger, it is done
The moon has now eclipsed the sun
The angel has spread its wings
The time has come for bitter things
[Verse 2]
Each time I look outside, my mother dies
I feel my back is changing shape (I wish I had my wings)
But when they get to you
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