Besedila: Folk Implosion. Chained to The Moon.

I am falling
Drifting, trapped inside the story
Am I chained to the moon?
Will the sun take over in the morning?

Filling my lungs with sky
What can I see from here
The beauty had nowhere to hide
And nothing to fear

I'm kicking against the tide
That pulls me away from here
The future is nowhere to hide
But something to fear

I am falling
Drifting, trapped inside the story
Am I chained to the moon?
Will the sun take over in the morning?

The dream demands, the magic is planned
Climb the sky and tell the story
Hand over hand, eyes on the moon
The sun takes over in the morning

I'm killing my sense of time
It told me I moved too slow
Taking what's left of my pride
Letting it go

Filling my lungs with sky
I never know what this means
Words of a shadow behind
Is kept in between

I am falling
Drifting, trapped inside the story
And am I chained to the moon?
Will the sun take over in the morning?

The dream demands, the magic is planned
Climb the sky and tell the story
Hand over hand, eyes on the moon
The sun takes over in the morning

I am falling
The sun takes over in the morning
And am I chained to the moon?
Will the sun take over in the morning?

I am falling
I am falling
I am falling
I am falling