The Flop In a logical condition, you can't afford to listen, you'll turn back to
people understanding what you wish and thesunrise will tell you
what to choose I'll extract 'em from a prism, your loneliness addition, in some way
they'll tell me what they think about you livin and I don't know if
anything will do Oh, falling after you A la Deafened interruptions. They stole away destruction, the gla** is
from a window that was never meant for breakin' and I wish time would
tell me what to choose All our temptresses are showing these children that there growing,
ten times the motherf**ing rate at which the suppose. And I can't say
if anything will do Oh, falling after you I don't even know your name,
Cause you left me all alone
No I didn't know what to do
Instead I'm falling after you Oh, falling after you