From the recording Quiet Thunder
Lyrics
The clean glass sharpening your shadow
soft night, warm light
I want him, this charming fellow
as my hands trace his outline
And we’re losing control almost every night
The weightlessness holds onto us as we slide
And you fall right through me
You say his name into your pillow
the silence is so nice
the cool sheet caress your body
Bbs you reach out for paradise
And we’re losing control almost every night
The weightlessness holds on us as we fly
And you fall right through me
How’d we always fall in love
I’m always falling