Song | Falling Or Flying |
Artist | Grace Potter and the Nocturnals |
Album | Grey's Anatomy, Vol. 3 (O.S.T) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We got lost again | |
Drove to the end of the road | |
And a red-faced man | |
Taught us to do what we're told | |
And on the twenty-third night | |
Things ain’t bad but things ain’t right | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living or dying? | |
I guess we'll never know | |
The air's so heavy | |
It could drown a butterfly if it flew too high | |
And I get the feeling | |
That the truck driver ain’t shy‘ | |
Cuz he's looking at me | |
But nowhere near my eyes | |
And on the thirty-fifth morning | |
Things ain’t good but things ain’t boring, no | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living or dying? | |
I guess we'll never know | |
Striking rock but hitting gold | |
Sometimes it's hard to tell | |
If there's a life behind this song | |
But I know tomorrow | |
Today won't feel so long, no‘ | |
Cuz on the forty-second night | |
The room was dark but the stage was bright | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living? | |
Are we dying?‘ | |
Cuz, my friend, this too shall pass | |
So play every show like it's your last |
We got lost again | |
Drove to the end of the road | |
And a redfaced man | |
Taught us to do what we' re told | |
And on the twentythird night | |
Things ain' t bad but things ain' t right | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living or dying? | |
I guess we' ll never know | |
The air' s so heavy | |
It could drown a butterfly if it flew too high | |
And I get the feeling | |
That the truck driver ain' t shy' | |
Cuz he' s looking at me | |
But nowhere near my eyes | |
And on the thirtyfifth morning | |
Things ain' t good but things ain' t boring, no | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living or dying? | |
I guess we' ll never know | |
Striking rock but hitting gold | |
Sometimes it' s hard to tell | |
If there' s a life behind this song | |
But I know tomorrow | |
Today won' t feel so long, no' | |
Cuz on the fortysecond night | |
The room was dark but the stage was bright | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living? | |
Are we dying?' | |
Cuz, my friend, this too shall pass | |
So play every show like it' s your last |
We got lost again | |
Drove to the end of the road | |
And a redfaced man | |
Taught us to do what we' re told | |
And on the twentythird night | |
Things ain' t bad but things ain' t right | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living or dying? | |
I guess we' ll never know | |
The air' s so heavy | |
It could drown a butterfly if it flew too high | |
And I get the feeling | |
That the truck driver ain' t shy' | |
Cuz he' s looking at me | |
But nowhere near my eyes | |
And on the thirtyfifth morning | |
Things ain' t good but things ain' t boring, no | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living or dying? | |
I guess we' ll never know | |
Striking rock but hitting gold | |
Sometimes it' s hard to tell | |
If there' s a life behind this song | |
But I know tomorrow | |
Today won' t feel so long, no' | |
Cuz on the fortysecond night | |
The room was dark but the stage was bright | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we falling or flying? | |
Are we living? | |
Are we dying?' | |
Cuz, my friend, this too shall pass | |
So play every show like it' s your last |