Cold September morn, I was reborn

The sundays crashed through my front door

From my soul, I'm growing old

I couldn't ask for anymore

I ask you If I could wish upon your kisses



Cold November night, no end in sight

The letters file behind the door

Find my soul, I'm growing old

I couldn't ask for anymore



Sometimes you could be the words

She'd be the tune

And Sometimes I can't help falling down

Sometimes I can't help falling down

Sometimes I can't help falling down

Sometimes I can't help falling down



Cold September morn, I was reborn

The sundays crashed through my front door

Found my soul, I'm growing old

I couldn't ask for anymore

I ask you If I could fly upon your silence



Sometimes I can't help falling down

And sometimes I can't help falling down

And sometimes I can't help falling down

And sometimes I can't help falling down



If I could fly upon your silence

Sometimes I can't help falling down

And sometimes I can't help falling down

And sometimes I can't help falling down

And sometimes I can't help falling down