Cold September morn, I was reborn
The Sundays crashed through my front door
From my soul, I'm growing old
I couldn't ask for anymore
I ask you if I could wish upon your kisses
Cold November night, no end in sight
The letters file behind the door
Found my soul, I'm growing old
I couldn't ask for anymore
Sometimes you could be the words
She'd be the tune and
Sometimes I can't help falling down [x4]
Cold September morn, I was reborn
The Sundays crashed through my front door
Found my soul, I'm growing old
I couldn't ask for anymore
I ask you If I could fly upon your silence
Sometimes I can't help falling down [x4]
If I could fly upon your silence
Sometimes I can't help falling down [x4]
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