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 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
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I'm Falling
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| Al Stewart |
