Falling
(B. Deily)
Saw you in the subway, twisting and falling
Train echoes in the stale air of a tunnel
Falling
Spinning in circles
We lose all direction
And fall where no arms can come rushing to catch us
Saw you on the 14th floor, twisting and falling
Scream bounces in the bright sun of a canyon
Fading
Hang on
Don't wake up
|
|
