Falling Bough Songtext
von Kiev

We try to listen close
But where we live is far too high to hear
Why don′t we come down from this
And leave the fiction to the fool that fears

Little tired
We are all a little tired oh
We are all a little tired
We are all a little tired oh
We are

We're trying to hear a ghost
But just below the bough is ancient soil
Breathing out complex compost
But from above it′ll always seem like dirt

Little tired
It's about that time


All a little tired
We are all a little tired oh
We are all a little tired
We are all a little tired oh
We are all a little tired
We are all a little tired oh
We are

Some would have it known
This is how it is
And how it's been
Or is it because they can convince themselves
To put away the book
And pull themselves to earth
With all

We are all a little tired
We are all a little tired oh
We are all a little tired
We are