love is a falling thing, falling thing, like the sun
sun, falling on your skin, all my life, fall for you
Cat tongue, combing love
two birds face many stones
and as stones land from the air
sends birds flocking to their homes
love is a falling thing, falling thing, like the snow
snow blowing dusty low, see you with eyes of a doe
cut my hair short again
She tells me welcome back
got blisters digging in the yard
let's cut ourselves some slack
did you feel the empty yield
try harder next time, there you go
sitting backwards in our chairs
we talked like we used to years ago
Love is a falling thing, falling thing, like the leaves
Fox bending back again, kills the hen, before he leaves
Cold florescents hurt my eyes
let's sit outside next time
I keep turning side to side
forgetting where's my guide
I forgot how to glide
Now I see you’ve been always by my side
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