Breakfast

My Vitriol

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
Find 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 
Sometimes I can't help falling down 
Sometimes I can't help falling down 
Sometimes I can't help falling down 

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 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 

If I could fly upon your silence 
Sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down 
And sometimes I can't help falling down