Yesterday I hit the ground
 and now i can't stop falling
 a pot of gold came tumbling down
 a recipe for bawling

 And I know why..
 we ran home, try...
 we never touchdown,
 from sky

 candle burns through a storm
 a fire takes the bull by horn
 another song is slowly born
 another heart string is torn

 And I know now,
 how to fall down, down
 how to fall
 to touchdown...

 And I know why..
 we ran home, try...
 we never touchdown...

 Painful irony is that
 the tears call me the way
 a different reasons when I'm with you
 than when you're gone away

 And time is but another chain
 and chains are just a cloud of pain
 to keep inside a box
 to keep at bay
 the key to throw away...

 And I know why, why,
 we ran home, try, try,
 we never touchdown,
 we never touchdown,
 we never touchdown,
 from sky...