Glen Hansard Markéta Irglová Falling Slowly

Once sing. live. love. I don t know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can t react And games that never amount To more than they re meant Will play themselves out Take this sinking boat and point it home We ve still got time Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice You ll make it now Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can t go back Moods that take me and erase me And I m painted black You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It s time