Fallin کے بول

Through the water covered glass 'cross a multi-coloured ocean of moving bodies I try to get a glimpse of that red coat The things I usually recall... are words she never got to hear I'm falling now I'm crashing down again I'm being pulled inside out I'm falling now and I'm losing ground... losing ground As I'm staring at the wall, finding patterns in the cracks... I reflect upon the fact that I probably deverved this The thing I usually recall (the little sings I never saw) Are words she never got to hear (I'm so alone in here)