Cold September morn, I was reborn The Sundays crashed through my front door From my soul, I'm growing old I couldn't ask for anymore I ask you if I could wish upon your kisses Cold November night, no end in sight The letters file behind the door Found my soul, I'm growing old I couldn't ask for anymore Sometimes you could be the words She'd be the tune and Sometimes I can't help falling down [x4] Cold September morn, I was reborn The Sundays crashed through my front door Found my soul, I'm growing old I couldn't ask for anymore I ask you If I could fly upon your silence Sometimes I can't help falling down [x4] If I could fly upon your silence Sometimes I can't help falling down [x4]