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Falling Slowly
Coope Boyes & Simpson
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Another Friday dance hall drunken night, hungover till morning
Unfamiliar bedsit passion, rubber-
Stamped to wither government health warning
Milk, mail, then headaches arrive, I'm counting cracks in the ceiling
There's toast and closeness, but I'm all
Confused with this warm and familiar feeling
For the glass is rising and the temperature's high
But I'm still falling slowly
No conversation, no forwarding address
No ties, it goes without saying
Just love well and leave and then off with the tie
It was the game that I thought I was playing
But back in my steel world, trapped by the
Freedom, how I feel there's no way of knowing
And the routine can't hide, there's no turning
Back, and the need to be near you is growing
For the glass is rising and the temperature's high
But I'm still falling slowly
A cold back against a bulkhead, sleepless now at midnight
She buries her head in the dark dark
Seas, and I wonder, "Are you alright?"
Then a voice comes on the radio, confirms we've got foul weather
Can you hear that same voice far away?
Do you wish that we were together?
There's nobody, bar-room tales of weekend
Conquest, you've left this sailor all at sea
And I'm alone with my private thoughts
Swarming the memory, can this be happening to me?
So I'll just dream about the shore
Lights that'll tell me that I'm home
And I'll step down upon the quayside, and maybe wonder why I roam
For we may be more than a weekend
Obsession, perhaps I'm always a sailor
But I know I want you, and I know I need
You as a lover, but not as a jailer
For the glass is rising and the temperature's high
But I'm still falling slowly
Yes, the glass is rising and the temperature's high
But I'm still falling slowly