My Vitriol - Breakfast Lyrics
Cold September morn, I was rebornThe sundays crashed through my front doorFrom my soul, I'm growing oldI couldn't ask for anymoreI ask you If I could wish upon your kissesCold November night, no end in sightThe letters file behind the doorFind my soul, I'm growing oldI couldn't ask for anymoreSometimes you could be the wordsShe'd be the tuneAnd Sometimes I can't help falling downSometimes I can't help falling downSometimes I can't help falling downSometimes I can't help falling downCold September morn, I was rebornThe sundays crashed through my front doorFound my soul, I'm growing oldI couldn't ask for anymoreI ask you If I could fly upon your silenceSometimes I can't help falling downAnd sometimes I can't help falling downAnd sometimes I can't help falling downAnd sometimes I can't help falling downIf I could fly upon your silenceSometimes I can't help falling downAnd sometimes I can't help falling downAnd sometimes I can't help falling downAnd sometimes I can't help falling down
