Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'll paint it black
Games that never amount
To more then themselves
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time, raise your hopeful voice
You had the choice, and you made it now
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Frames - Falling Slowly
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