Arthur Darvill & Zrinka Cvitešić - Falling Slowly

Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can’t react

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Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black

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Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You’ll make it now