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It's Sunday afternoon and it's raining, |
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I m falling |
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Colour sections, pastel blue, an empty church, a movie queue |
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And I'm falling |
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Watching you moving around |
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Taking the time |
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To get a proper look |
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It seems as though |
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I've never really looked at you |
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Get up, put the kettle on, make us some tea |
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I'm falling |
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If we've got some biscuits left, please bring one for me, |
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I'm just falling |
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Spending the whole day in bed |
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Wasting our time |
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In such a gentle way |
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We hardly need to say a word, it's just okay |
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And already the sun has gone, and it's growing dark outside, |
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I can see your face reflected in the red electric firelight, |
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And our shadow is an embryo |
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That slowly comes to life |
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And as it moves across the wall |
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It seems to feel the fire of living |
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Growing stronger as it climbs |
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To shiver in a blaze |
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Across the ceiling |
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And the soundless crash of the sea |
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Fills the room with the scent of the breeze |
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And the waves break over |
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The beach of our bodies |
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As you reach your fingers out to me |
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Why don't we take the whole of next week off work, |
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We're falling |
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You can say you don't feel well, you caught a cold or something, |
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We're just falling |
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We can get out of town |
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Taking the time |
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To let it all work out |
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The hour glass is turning, every second counts |
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I'm falling |
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I'm falling |
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I'm falling |
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Moving around inside a dream today |
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Falling for you in such a special way |
