Sam Brookes - Falling Lyrics

Well rehearsed not to speak first
Beware the old routine
Brave enough to die for
But afraid to say what you mean
Do do's
The Old routine
Do do's

So long underneath
Making it harder
So hard on yourself

So long you couldn't speak
Making it harder
So hard on yourself

Ooow's
Do do's

Taking off to find
Little piece lost
Little piece left behind
Lips that sealed the day
Its still knocking
It still haunts in that way

I lost my friend
I lost my best
I lost my friend
I lost my best
I lost my Friend
I lost my bets
I lost my friend
I Lost my Best Friend

Ooow's
Lost my oldest friend
Between the chances that we had
Lost my oldest friend
With the best chance that we had
Ooow's
Ooow's