Falling - Schiller, Maire Brennan

The further you go

The farther you’ve gone

It doesn’t mean you were made to hang on

And you’re falling falling falling

But you can’t let go

Whether you’re cold, hot, bottled or not

This is the day for which you have fought

And you’re calling calling calling

But you can’t get home

And every day takes something away

Until there’s nothing left to say

No single world can deliver you love

No understanding no sound from above

And nothing to do

It’s nothing to you

You picture a time that’s other than yours

As soon as you have said it’s hers

And you act like you believe it

But you’re not so sure

And every day takes something away

Until there’s nothing left to say

No single world can deliver you love

No understanding

And every day takes something away

Until there’s nothing left to say

No single world can deliver you love

No understanding no sound from above

And nothing to do — it’s nothing to you

The further you go

The farther you’ve gone

It doesn’t mean you were made to hang on

And you’re falling falling falling

But you can’t let go

And every day takes something away

Until there’s nothing left to say

No single world can deliver you love

No understanding no sound from above

No one to watch you rising up from below

Telling you secrets you don’t want to know

And nothing to do — it’s nothing to you

Nothing to you

It’s nothing to you — nothing to you

Nothing to do — nothing to do

(fade out)