Interpret:

My Vitriol

Album:

Between The Lines

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 
Find 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 
Sometimes I can't help falling down 
Sometimes I can't help falling down 
Sometimes I can't help falling down 


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 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 


If I could fly upon your silence 
Sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down