I don't know the height from which I'm falling.
I don't know the faces, the voices calling.
Don't know the aftereffects of anything I'll do.
I wait for the flow, one inspiration.
I am eager to know all the ideation.
I owe an explanation though.
 
Should I recreate a fading past?
Or should I mitigate to the thoughts that last?
I fail to explain all the wonders the images I drew.
Is it burden or gift I have been given?
Easing or order - which life I'm living?
I'm desperate. If I only knew.
 
In the second you stop thinking
you will feel unconcerned
and satisfied with what you own.
There is one combination
that has been still unheard.
You are ready to know.
 
I'm falling down.
Still falling down.
Lift me up if I ever hit solid grounds.
I'm falling down
Still falling down
At the moment I'm letting go, I am falling down.
 
Is there a secret cypher, to the thing I would die for, a reason for the thrill?
Chords left I haven't tried, or a melody I write for you? The saviour of my will?
 
The purpose of falling is to rise again into spheres I haven't been before.
I'm falling down.
Still falling down.
The moment I'm letting go I am falling down.
 
Now that I'm falling again I savor the endless ride.
Now that I'm falling again I'm one with my time.
Now that I'm falling again I roam to the other side.
Now that I'm falling again I'm one with my life.
 
Now that you're falling again you savor the endless ride.
Now that you're falling again you're one with your time.
Now that you're falling again you roam to the other side.
Now that you're falling again you're one with your life.
You're falling, you're falling high.
 
Remember the times you've been trying too hard.
Higher and higher you climbed.
But then, deep inside, it did not feel right.
You seek to be falling alive.