Waiting... for a new road to appear
Fading... into the background of another year
Counting... birds and cups and bills to pay
And I'm wondering if it really matters much these days

But don't you want to hold me as we fall
As we fall

Forever... how long I had hoped to fly
Never... interrogated myself as to why
Searching... for a clever turn of phrase
And I'm wondering if it really matters much these days

But don't you want to hold me as we fall
Time has kept us floating through it all
As we fall

Now don't worry baby
It's all right, for now
Don't worry darling
We'll get it right, somehow

Writing... words that crumble as they fall in line
Fighting... random thoughts of leaving it all behind
Counting... birds and cups and lovers' ways
And I'm wondering if it really matters much these days
These days