Falling Out Of Trees - Barcelona

Fall, fall out of trees

Into the street

On my own

I finally found out how long I can hang on

I’ve got this all wrong

My heart is scared, my heart is gone

Now, looking around, there’s no one here to hear my fall

White, white as a sheet

I saw a ghost, I think it was me

I’ve got to get out

Out of this town

It’s scary

Sometimes when I sleep

I miss my home, I miss my tree

And now it’s up to them to carry me back up to the top

I’ve got this now

My legs are steady now

The angels warned me never to fall down