Falling کے بول

Is it okay to love you? Is it okay to be loved by you? Is it okay to feel the feel way I feel? 'Cause I'm falling into pieces, how are you? You're flying away, but I love you When you return, I'll let things happen as they always do My glass is half full inside You might see me blue But I'm falling into pieces, how are you? Where ever we stop our lives We'll find our way back home Where ever we stop our lives We'll find our way back home Where ever we stop our lives We'll find our way back home And I'm falling into pieces all alone This piece is sad, to argue And this piece is sad To find out that we know that we don't know This puzzle's finished and this is what we do So I'm falling into pieces without you Where ever we stop our lives We'll find our way back home Where ever we stop our lives We'll find our way back home When we stop our lives We'll find our way back home And I'll be falling into pieces all alone Where ever we stop our lives We'll find our way back home Where ever we stop our lives We'll find our way back home Where we stop our lives We'll find our way back home And I'll be falling into pieces all alone