sitting on top of a tree

looking down on me - too blue

to be looking up to a dream of yours

a painting of a room with a million doors

the memory of a key in a sea of time

the keeper of the tree is no friend of mine

falling down

i`m falling down sitting on top of the world

looking down on you - too blue

to be looking up to a dream of mine

a painting of a shoe like a porcupine

a painting of a wood in the south of france

standing by the edge of a new romance

i`m falling down

isn`t it true

on days that are blue

a light in the heart comes shining through

todos contentos y yo tambien

there`s a word on my lips

spelled like: the end flying with the wings of a dove

looking down on love - too blue

to be looking up to a dream of light

a painting of the world but far too bright

a picture of your luck that turned it`s back

a crumpled paper plane has left it`s track

falling down

sitting on top of a cloud

looking down on me - too blue

to understand the point of that dream of mine

the painting of a shoe like a porcupine

the painting of a wood in the south of france

standing by the edge of a new romance

falling down

i`m falling down isn`t it true

on days that are blue

a light in the heart comes shining through

todos contentos y yo tambien

there`s a word on my lips

spelled like: the end