When the day's wrapped in a sheet
and perfection has been reached
she is nearly inside of me

Stealing the place I made complete
she is sneaking into me
to be what I can't see

I'm falling I'm falling
I'm wasting my drawing
I'm falling whenever she's calling me there

A thousand things I carry through
The day so long I overdo
to reach the life unreal

At the end of a perfect day
I am losing out again
to fill the empty space in me

I'm falling I'm falling
My way 'til the morning
I'm falling whenever she's taking her pleasure in it

Never will be making my life complete
Forever she will be there waiting near
Forever
Forever

I'm falling I'm falling
My way 'til the morning
I'm falling whenever she's calling me there

Never will be making my life complete
Forever she will be there waiting near
Forever
Forever
Forever