Falling Down - Real Estate

I like it when the future’s lost and found

Breaks free and floods this town

And when the evenings start to smell like smoke

It feels like falling down

Wake up cold, the moon’s still gold

The kitchen floor is freezing

The radiators aren’t even warm

But you are and you’re upstairs sleeping

The streets are blocked by leaves and fallen trees

And roofs punctured by branches

The wind’s the only thing that’s fully free

But we’ll still take our chances

Back on the fourth floor

No, we don’t live there anymore

Back at the side door

Wearing colors that I once wore