Falling - Iwan Rheon

Is it okay to love you

Is it okay to be loved by you

Is it okay to feel the feel way I feel

'Cause I’m falling into pieces, how are you

You’re flying away, but I love you

When you return, I’ll let things happen as they always do

My glass is half full inside

You might see me blue

But I’m falling into pieces, how are you

Where ever we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

Where ever we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

Where ever we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

And I’m falling into pieces all alone

This piece is said, to argue

And this piece is said

To find out that we know that we don’t know

This puzzle’s finished and this is what we do

So I’m falling into pieces without you

Where ever we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

Where ever we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

When we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

And I’ll be falling into pieces all alone

Where ever we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

Where ever we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

Where we stop our lives

We’ll find our way back home

And I’ll be falling into pieces all alone