Falling Room کے بول

My whole body reduced to Some sort of container for you I'm a bag and you’re the wind I'm empty though I’ve let you in If only I could shield my eyes from the horizon Then instead of falling I would be floating And instead of chaos things would be peaceful If only I could close my eyes I'm staring at the ceiling Having the same thoughts again I just want for this to end Having the same thoughts again I just want for this to end If only I could shield my eyes from the horizon Then instead of falling I would be floating And instead of chaos things would be peaceful If only I could close my eyes I'm staring at the ceiling