Meg Barnhouse: Music

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Somebody fall. Somebody fall in love. It's that kind of night, that kind of sky above us. Deep in the dark, somebody's heart is cold. Somebody hold, somebody let go, somebody fall.
Now the stars are falling from their places. I might have got stars in my eyes. I can see the angels covering their faces. To look down now would be unwise.
Somebody hold. Somebody hold on tight. The wheel's going to turn before the morning light. There's going to be pain as this night unfolds. Somebody hold, somebody let go, somebody fall.
Now the stars are falling from their places. I might have got stars in my eyes. I can see the angels covering their faces. To look down now would be unwise.
Somebody let go. Let go of the fear of losing your place in the atmosphere. It's hard to know if you should stay or go. Somebody hold, somebody let go, somebody fall.
Now the stars are falling from their places. I might have got stars in my eyes. I can see the angels covering their faces. To look down now would be unwise.
Somebody fall. Somebody fall apart. This isn't the time to protect your heart. You're in the middle of a story that cannot yet be told. Somebody hold, somebody let go, somebody fall. Somebody hold somebody let go, somebody fall.