Falling Stars Songtext

von Bob Bennett

FALLING STARS
W/M: Bob Bennett

The moon's turned up
Like a paper cup
Catching falling stars
And the lines on the highway
Are dancing in a row
For passing cars
People living out another day
Behind the wheel
Out of control
Sick to the soul
Like falling stars

The lights are burning
On the street tonight
Like the world's on fire
Take a number at the gallows
And string yourself up
By your own desires
Countless patrons try to ride their dreams
Like a ferris wheel
But it's out of control
Sick to its circular soul
Like falling stars

The time is coming
When the heavens will fall
Into the street
And falling stars and falling stars
Will finally meet
The game is over
There are no more chances
Upon the wheel
It's out of control
As you watch your soul
As you watch your soul
Go down
Like falling stars