Yesterday I hit the ground
and now i can't stop falling
a pot of gold came tumbling down
a recipe for bawling
And I know why..
we ran home, try...
we never touchdown,
from sky
A candle burns through a storm
a fire takes the bull by horn
another song is slowly born
another heart string is torn
And I know now,
how to fall down, down
how to fall
to touchdown...
And I know why..
we ran home, try...
we never touchdown...
Painful irony is that
the tears call me the way
a different reasons when I'm with you
than when you're gone away
And time is but another chain
and chains are just a cloud of pain
to keep inside a box
to keep at bay
the key to throw away...
And I know why, why,
we ran home, try, try,
we never touchdown,
we never touchdown,
we never touchdown,
from sky...