Guesses based on what each set of time and change is touching You must be laughing Out on some borderline Some mark of inbetween I lay down golden-in time And woke up vanishing Sweet bird you are Briefer than a falling star All these vain promises on

What are you gonna do When those walls Are falling down Falling down on you? I get a thrill In my brains Some days I'm trying to turn to my veins

And a thousand miles behind And I'm one too many mornings Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is a-gettin' dark As the night comes in a-falling The dogs will lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the thoughts inside my mind

My body tells me no but I won't quit 'Cause I want more 'cause I want more His eyes are open his eyes are open Stop the train is ridin' down to the station Where you lived when we were school kids Hey the rails are caught now And I am falling down fools

Dance, dance We're falling apart to halftime And these are the lives you love to lead I'm two quarters and a heart down And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds Why don't you show me a little bit of spine Dance this is the way they'd love (way

These are dark times Can you not feel yourself falling deeper? You've given yourself away Mistakes of the past are haunting me And I've given myself away All the walls are coming down I'm exposed, I'm alive This is my chance to breathe All my thoughts

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's

Let's not make it complicated Don't worry now, look what we found We don't have to go all-in Head in the clouds, both looking down Doesn't mean that we're falling, oh We can keep it simple, baby Labels are so overrated Rules are meant for breaking, baby

Homesick tired All alone in a big city Why should ev'rybody pity me, Nighttime's falling, folks are a singin', they dance till break of day Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs Takes me back there where I belong How I'd love to be in mammy's arms

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer's gone, and all the roses falling, It's you, it's you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's