You fall around these times
Where you made me come, dear
Leave all the days behind
That made you run

I shall forget the days
That you told me too
I was such a waste
When I cut myself out

Now the fall is over, baby
You'll descend
But at a rate
You'll find is slow

And all these times afraid to walk the room
That you have to take, there is no other way
It's forces far above you, though you want me too
I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right

Somehow we wait from old to young
Now the word is small
All the way over