Lyrics: 

Well I see your face son
How could you hold on
When everything's going to ashes and dust

All that is left is
Tear stains and kisses
So this what rock bottom feels like

Oh, the skies are falling 
Oh, Saint Peter's calling out names from a list
Oh, the skies are falling 
Oh, Saint Peter's calling out names from a list

Here’s what we’ll do, now
And I’m not quite sure how 
But we’re gonna make it through to tomorrow

We’ll hold on somehow
We’re not done, not now
There’s good to be fought for yet 

Oh, our song is rising
Oh, the sound is climbing to the edge of the veil
Oh, our song is rising
Oh, the sound is climbing to the edge of the veil

The Skies Are Falling / The Edge Of The Veil

Lay your fists down, mister
I'm not the fighting kind
I'm not buying it anymore
I'm a white flag man tonight now

Must you speak with your guns, man
Time and again
Could you bury the sword
You've come to here, but don't go further
Or you'll get yours

Come man, careful what you say
The knife lies on the table now
Sometimes soft is the word
Softly, the way
Keep your dogs at bay
Cause there's too much at stake by now
So man, where will you go now
What will it be

American Guns

Overal

The original original Eleven/LTTK recording of Beautiful South. 

antonie