Falling is faster than forward or backward
Hope I land on my feet tonight

Now I'm pressing petals down
One flower at a time
In the phone book of the town
That I just left behind
I could try my hand at painting
When words are not enough
For the uncertainty of waiting
For the urgency of love

When falling is faster than forward or backward
Hope I land on my feet

Tonight the fireworks are falling down
They paint my window white
They don't make a sound
My ears are ringing
My fears are singing
You're nowhere to calm me down

There was a woman reading fortunes
Outside the place I played
She said, 'One hand says you're in motion,
One says you're slipping away'

Falling is faster
(dodge the question, kill the light)
Than forward or backward
(maybe tomorrow we'll get it right)