Are We All Angels

Fantasy

Shadows crawl across the land
Where dreams have turned to dust
The streets are empty, no one stands
Against this rising rust

Chorus:
Embers of a broken nation
Burning low, burning slow
We're living on desperation
With nowhere left to go

Verse 2:
Factories silent, highways bare
The hope has bled away
Communities beyond repair
Just ghosts of yesterday

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
We're the last ones holding on
When everything feels wrong
Watching everything we knew
Just fade into the song

(Final Chorus)
Embers of a broken nation
Burning low, burning slow
We're living on desperation
With nowhere left to go
(Nowhere left to go...)

Guitars Bluesdude
Bass Amy Ives
Lead Vocals Albie Ingurson
Keyboards & Synth Archie Ingles
Drums & Percussion Mel Young
Produced by the Shed Studios Wycombe
©2025 The Shed Studios Wycombe All Rights Reserved

Embers

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A song made from a poem by Alexander Pope

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