Sitting on top of a tree
Looking down on me - too blue
To be looking up to a dream of yours
A painting of a room with a million doors
The memory of a key in a sea of time
The keeper of the tree is no friend of mine
Falling down
I`m falling down
Sitting on top of the world
Looking down on you - too blue
To be looking up to a dream of mine
A painting of a shoe like a porcupine
A painting of a wood in the south of france
Standing by the edge of a new romance
I`m falling down
Isn`t it true
On days that are blue
A light in the heart comes shining through
Todos contentos y yo tambien
There`s a word on my lips
Spelled like: the end
Flying with the wings of a dove
Looking down on love - too blue
To be looking up to a dream of light
A painting of the world but far too bright
A picture of your luck that turned it`s back
A crumpled paper plane has left it`s track
Falling down
Sitting on top of a cloud
Looking down on me - too blue
To understand the point of that dream of mine
The painting of a shoe like a porcupine
The painting of a wood in the south of france
Standing by the edge of a new romance
Falling down
I`m falling down
Isn`t it true
On days that are blue
A light in the heart comes shining through
Todos contentos y yo tambien
There`s a word on my lips
Spelled like: the end
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