Texty: Tilly and the Wall. Brave Day.

Brave the day, no world change
Oh, I called you on the phone
No answer there, so I laid and stared
Listening to sad love songs

I drifted far away, far past this forecast gray
That's got me falling down, my love, it's falling
Oh yeah, it's falling down

Long afternoon, washed twilight hue
Oh, the moon comes bleeding through
And on an olive couch, I focused on
Palm lines that had cracked in two

My predicted funeral day
A booked band and cast parade
That's got me falling down, my love, it's falling
Oh yeah, it's falling down

Oh, a sleepless night, happens every time
Oh, the lights, they just won't dim
And the comfort's never comfortable
I roll and keep rolling

I wish I could just fade into the nighttime waves
That have me falling down, that got me falling
Oh yeah, I'm falling down

When are you gonna get back up?