Texty: The Higher. Black Sunday.

Stars are falling from the sky
Me left alone to face the night
This drive I'm sorting out my life
Could it be so hard just to try
You're faster at saying goodbye
I'll be here waiting if you ever change your mind
Your mind
Change your mind
You're faster at saying goodbye
Please will you give me one more try
This drive I'm sorting out my life
Shut down one more night fall down
Again when broken promises starting again
This scene has played a million times
Memories are turned to lies
This stolen kiss is my surprise
I close my eyes and make a wish
And realize I've never felt this feeling in my heart
I can't describe I'm falling