Falling Songtext
von Sam Brookes

Well rehearsed not to speak first
Beware the old routine
Brave enough to die for
But afraid to say what you mean
The old routine

So long underneath
Making it harder, so hard by yourself
So long you couldn′t speak
Making it harder, so hard by yourself
The old routine


Take enough to find
Not a piece lost, not a piece left behind
Lips that sealed the day
It's still knocking, it still haunts in that way

I lost my best, I lost my friend
I lost my best, I lost my friend
I lost my best, I lost my friend
I lost my friend
I lost my best
Friend

Lost my oldest friend
Between the chances that we had
Lost my oldest friend
Between the chances that we had