Another wasted moment realising we're not real. Can you hear the angels calling when night is young and silence comes? You touch my face and I break down. Tonight...I'm sleeping with eyes wide open, you're my eyes when I am not there these everlasting angels calling, it can't be real, this must be a dream, you touch my face, you set me free... When night is young and silence comes, you touch my face and I break down, this can't be real, this must be a dream, you touch my face, you set me free...