LUCIE THORNE

Falling

Your arm rides the wind out the passenger side
I’ve got the wheel babe, you know how I like to drive
Here where these fields stretch to meet the sky
No one in front of us and nothing behind

Each morning oh to wake from that very same dream
Where is it we were gonna run to
and tell me when are we gonna leave

Here I am, falling, all over again
You know I’m waking each morning
From that very same dream
Imagining the shape
That you made with me
It’s your name I’ve been calling
It’s sure some kinda spell
I’m under
Here I am, falling, all over again
Its your name I’ve been calling

Off we go again, so fiercely from the start
Little human stories, little human hearts

Where is it we were gonna run to
Tell me when are we gonna leave