When the ceiling
is a sky full of memory
and the walls
are a tapestry made
of fading starlight
sun will light up a fire
and what seemed so safe
will melt away
This sound of falling
louder than silence
a sound that can only
be made by us leaving
all we have given
and all we have taken
all of it lost now
And this sound of leaving
as soft as a storm
a sound that can only
be made by us falling
a voice in the roaring
so stranded and small
I'm still yearning, still learning to live
Once was a river
and it was seething with life
and there was laughter
new reliance and trust
down by the lakeside
but we lost it somehow
and that's really all there is to tell
that's really all there is to it
that's really all there is to tell
This sound of falling
louder than silence
a sound that can only
be made by us leaving
all we have given
and all we have taken
all of it lost now
And this sound of leaving
as soft as a storm
a sound that can only
be made by us falling
a voice in the roaring
so stranded and small
I'm still yearning, still learning to live
And we are what we are
lovers and strangers
we are bound for a lone road
we're leaving the past where it lies
And with the certainty that we
don't own a small thing
barely knowing each other
no one of us will ever be at peace
And this sound of wailing
older than time
a sound that can only
be made by dreams failing
shattered hopes
everything's lost
you're not here
anymore
Once was a river...
This sound of falling
louder than silence
a sound that can only
be made by us leaving
all we have given
and all we have taken
all of it lost now
And this sound of leaving
as soft as a storm
a sound that can only
be made by us falling
winglessly flying
like beautiful monsters
like b***erflies inside the palm
is a sky full of memory
and the walls
are a tapestry made
of fading starlight
sun will light up a fire
and what seemed so safe
will melt away
This sound of falling
louder than silence
a sound that can only
be made by us leaving
all we have given
and all we have taken
all of it lost now
And this sound of leaving
as soft as a storm
a sound that can only
be made by us falling
a voice in the roaring
so stranded and small
I'm still yearning, still learning to live
Once was a river
and it was seething with life
and there was laughter
new reliance and trust
down by the lakeside
but we lost it somehow
and that's really all there is to tell
that's really all there is to it
that's really all there is to tell
This sound of falling
louder than silence
a sound that can only
be made by us leaving
all we have given
and all we have taken
all of it lost now
And this sound of leaving
as soft as a storm
a sound that can only
be made by us falling
a voice in the roaring
so stranded and small
I'm still yearning, still learning to live
And we are what we are
lovers and strangers
we are bound for a lone road
we're leaving the past where it lies
And with the certainty that we
don't own a small thing
barely knowing each other
no one of us will ever be at peace
And this sound of wailing
older than time
a sound that can only
be made by dreams failing
shattered hopes
everything's lost
you're not here
anymore
Once was a river...
This sound of falling
louder than silence
a sound that can only
be made by us leaving
all we have given
and all we have taken
all of it lost now
And this sound of leaving
as soft as a storm
a sound that can only
be made by us falling
winglessly flying
like beautiful monsters
like b***erflies inside the palm