Falling

I was falling
Already dead
Looking for someone who can tell my name
A forgotten picture running in my brain
I was falling already dead
Looking for someone who can tell my name
I was falling falling
And I remember those nights
Can't hear your eyes screaming
And I was falling falling
"Ma tombe est plus belle que celle de mon mari,
Il n'y avait plus assez
De place pour deux chez lui
Les vers l'ont mangé, ils m'auraient mangé
Moi aussi, si j'avais été là" – dit-elle



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Balke
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