More songs by Speed
Description
Somewhere between despair and stubbornness, a quiet "I'm still holding on" can be heard. Not pompously, not heroically - just more humanly. The world seems to have shattered into pieces, and a person is standing among them, deciding not to leave. Not because he believes, but because he doesn't know how to do otherwise. There are no pink wings or heavenly choirs here, only burnt dreams, frozen like ashes on the tongue, and a strange, burning feeling – that you still have to live. The music seems to come from within the storm itself: muffled, strained, with that trembling echo when your chest is empty but your voice still rings out. No mysticism, no salvation - just an honest admission that hope can be stubborn, even when the angels are silent. Directors: Jack Rudder, Thomas Elliott, SPEED Cinematographer/Lighting: Pablo Barnes Editing: Jack Rudder Color: Thomas Elliott
Lyrics and translation
Original
All my angels
I'm taking it tough
Will I make it through this nightmare?
All my angels
I can't give up
The burning question tugging on my soul is
When a life gets taken
Where do my hopes and dreams all go?
No more dirt to dig amongst these holes
My heart keeps breaking, but I won't let go
All my angels
Irreplaceable
Burn all my hopes and dreams
Life ain't no fantasy
No romance no mystique
No romance no mystique
Life ain't no fantasy
The burning question tugging on my soul is
When a life gets taken where does it all go?
No more dirt to dig amongst these holes
My heart keeps breaking but I won't let go
All my angels
I'm taking it tough
Will I make it through this nightmare?
All my angels
I can't give up
All my angels
All my angels
I can't give up