Trust
Only windows
All thrown open, am I
One last look
Is all it took
To give it a name
Falling
I fall in your arms when your head is turned
Shot straight from the sky into your heart
When slings for your limbs and a breaking fall
Are all you need
Paper thin
Turning over and over again
You've been spared but barely there
I fall in your arms when your head is turned
Shot straight from the sky into your heart
When slings for your limbs and a breaking fall
Are all you need
Writer/s: Christine Fellows