It's Sunday afternoon and it's raining, I'm falling
Colour sections, pastel blue, an empty church, a movie queue
I'm falling
Watching you moving around, taking the ti-me to get a proper look,
It seems as though I've never really looked at you
Get up, put the kettle on, make us some tea, I'm falling
If we've got some biscuits left, please bring one for me, i'm just falling
Spending the whole day in bed, wasting our ti-me, in such a gentle way
We hardly need to say a word, it's just okay
And already the sun has gone and it's growing dark outside,
I can see your face reflected in the red electric firelight,
And our shadow is an embyro that slowly comes to life and
As it moves across the wall it seems to feel the fire of living
Growing stronger as it climbs, to shiver in a blaze across the ceiling
And the soundless crash of the sea. Fills the room with the scent of the breeze
And the waves break over the beach of our bodies as you reach your
fingers out to me
Why don't we take the whole next week off work, we're falling
You can say you don't feel well, you caught a cold or some such, we're just falling
We can get out of town, taking the ti-me to let it all work out
The hour glass is turning, every second counts
I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling
Moving around inside a dream today, falling for you in such a special way