Falling Slowly

I don't know you. But I want you, All the more for that.
Words fall through me, And always fool me, And I can't react.
And games that never amount To more than they're meant Will play themselves out
* Take this sinking boat and point it home. We've still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice. You have a choice. You'll (make it) (made it) now.
Falling slowly, eyes that know me, And I can't go back.
Moods that take me, and erase me, And I'm painted black.
You have suffered enough. And warred with yourself. It's time that you won.
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Falling slowly sing your melody I'll sing along



Credits
Writer(s): Marketa Irglova, Glen Hansard
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