Texty: Dexter Freebish. A Life Of Saturdays. Falling Down.

She smokes like there is no tomorrow
She says it makes her feel alive
She drinks her wine like it is water
'Cause she feels dry inside

She drives her car like it's a bullet
She says that time is slipping away
She never thinks about her future
It's a million miles away

She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade
She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade
She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah

There'll come a day when she will wake up
And then she'll wonder where she's been
All this time she will wish that she could make up
But it will be too late then

She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade
She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade
She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah

She's falling down, falling down
Spinning 'round and 'round and 'round
And screaming, yeah yeah yeah yeah

She is falling down, it feels like a paisley shade
She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade
She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah yeah

She is falling down, it feels like a paisley shade
She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade
She's falling down, it feels like a paisley shade of pink, yeah yeah
Oh yeah, [Incomprehensible] paisley shade of pink