Lyrics

I'm good at trust, except the fall - except the fall.

Love, please stand still, till I can find a foothold
and I will pull myself up to you.

I'm good at trust, except the fall - except the fall.

Love, please come home, so I can tell you of
the perfect colours in this November day.

I'm good at trust, except the fall.
but I should know by now
that even the ones who fly need first to fall.