[00:17.07]He thinks that he is falling
[00:23.25]He tells me on a rusty bench
[00:28.40]As we sit dripping drenched
[00:31.66]In autumn rain
[00:37.32]
[00:40.21]He says he thinks he's fallen
[00:46.29]Im staring at a dampened nail
[00:52.30]Contorted by the hail
[00:57.19]And chicken stained
[01:06.33]
[01:08.04]suspended in the shower
[01:11.19]I watch his sentence cower
[01:15.08]In the shadows of my mind
[01:18.82]My ears are blind
[01:22.86]
[01:24.20]He tells me that he's fallen
[01:30.17]My fingertips are turning blue
[01:36.40]I see him leave through
[01:40.29]The drizzled pane
[01:51.93]
[01:59.29]He almost says he's falling
[02:07.28]I'm gazing at an ailing fly
[02:12.35]And i watch it slowly die
[02:16.32]With no suprise
[02:22.29]
[02:24.20]He does not says he's fallen
[02:32.25]I'm rigid as a frozen queen
[02:37.29]His eager hands between
[02:40.30]My weary thighs
[02:51.28]
[02:52.10]I taste his wet desire
[02:55.69]My mouth is stale and drier
[02:59.30]As the housefly toils until
[03:03.52]It's winter still
[03:06.34]
[03:08.33]There's no more talk of falling
[03:15.78]Those dusky words are now taboo
[03:20.90]There's no more iv'e fallen too
[03:26.66]left in my eyes