كلمات Breakfast

Cold September morn, I was reborn The sundays crashed through my front door From my soul, I'm growing old I couldn't ask for anymore I ask you If I could wish upon your kisses Cold November night, no end in sight The letters file behind the door Find my soul, I'm growing old I couldn't ask for anymore Sometimes you could be the words She'd be the tune And Sometimes I can't help falling down Sometimes I can't help falling down Sometimes I can't help falling down Sometimes I can't help falling down Cold September morn, I was reborn The sundays crashed through my front door Found my soul, I'm growing old I couldn't ask for anymore I ask you If I could fly upon your silence Sometimes I can't help falling down And sometimes I can't help falling down And sometimes I can't help falling down And sometimes I can't help falling down If I could fly upon your silence Sometimes I can't help falling down And sometimes I can't help falling down And sometimes I can't help falling down And sometimes I can't help falling down