I've seen your face before   In shadows on the wall;   Splinters of broken light,   Echos that spear the night.      Is this the fall   Or is this the fall?    Is this the fall   Or is this the fall?       I've passed this way before   Walked through the open door;   Walked through the darkest night   Throughout the brightest light.      Is this the fall   Or is this the fall?    Is this the fall   Or is this the fall?       Is this the fall   Or is this the fall?    Is this the fall   Or is this the fall?    Is this the fall   Or is this the fall?    Is this the fall...      Typed by john manfreda