The Fall Songtext
von Gregory Alan Isakov

The fall, the fall, the fall
I′ll keep stumbling back

Ivory bone, opera glass
Angles of attack
You hear blood is thick, brothers and sisters bitching
Don't know where anybody′s at

Time was a bust
You thought you'd better be tough
Nobody gets past
The trembling wire


And all eyes on you now, on you
We're all holding our breath
The fall′s on you now, on you
We′re still holding our breath (ooh-hoo)

We all break a little
We all break a little
We all break a little
When we fall

And everybody keeps saying
"Get up, get up"
The fall, the fall, the fall, mmh
"Go on, get up"
The fall, the fall, the fall, mmh