Calling
all angels, put down your disguise,
Unveil your hearts, wipe the sleep from your eyes;
We are falling ... lost in the garden.

Calling all angels, this is Starseed Command,

We've misused our freewill and we messed with The Plan;
We are falling ... lost in the garden.
Falling like gold leaves in autumn,
Falling with hardly a sound;
Oh, sorrow and sickness are upon us,
The darkness is pulling us down
... Won't you save us?

Calling all angels, we're sad and alone,
We wandered too far, now it's time to come home;
We are falling ... lost in the garden.


Separation has bonded me with gravity,
Hesitation has robbed me of my throne;
Liberation is my soul's sweetest destiny,
My heart wants to fly away home;
I want to play through the ages,
And make the changes
... Like the angels.

Calling all angels, if you're out on patrol,

We're armed and we're dangerous, spinning out of control;
We
are falling ... lost in the garden
... Lost in the heavens.

Calling
all angels ... Calling
all angels ...
Calling
all angels ...

By Eliza
Gilkyson from her CD "Pilgrims"