Falling
Bernardo Vilhena, Ritchie Ritchie
Falling
I've never felt so confused in my head
Having your smell as my comfort in bed
And suddenly it seems
Your words become my dreams
I'm falling, I'm falling
Not flying
I've never tried making sense of this mess
I need you near when I share my regrets
Then you kept me on your strings
Shedding feathers of my wings
I'm falling, I'm falling
Not flying
If you bring all you have
We can have enough to share
If you dare me to choose
We have everything to lose
We're falling, we're falling
Not flying