I saw you standing there
in your cardigan
high on the cliffs
clutching your scarf
squinting in the sun
With wind tangled hair
and porcelain skin
and I wondered if
you’d noticed too
there wasn’t a sound
And ever since that day
I’ve been falling
falling down those cliffs
always falling
falling
falling
down
I saw nothing but this
and I do believe
you were not really there
but somewhere alone
you’d never leave
And ever since that day
I’ve been falling
falling down those cliffs
always falling
falling
falling
down