F#m D
You fall around these times
F#m D
Where you made me come, dear
F#m D
Leave all the days behind
F#m D
That made you run
F#m D
I shall forget the days
F#m D
That you told me too
F#m D
I was such a waste
F#m D
When I cut myself out
A D A D
Now the fall is over, baby
A D
You'll descend
A
But at a rate
A D
You'll find is slow
( F#m D F#m D )
F#m D F#m D
And all these times afraid to walk the room
F#m D F#m D
That you have to take, there is no other way
F#m D F#m D
It's forces far above you, though you want me too
F#m D F#m D
I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right
A D A D
Somehow we wait from old to young
A D A D A
Now the word is small
D F#m D
All the way over
[Final] F#m D F#m D F#m
