Falling - Little River Band

Falling

Falling

Falling into something new

Falling into something blue

The lights are dim, they wait for him

They know he’s somewhere near

And all the while he hides behind

A face that shows no fear

Falling into something new

Falling, someone waits for you

He lives on the edge of life and death

With every minute there’s a chance he must take

And when the heat is on he stays as cold as ice

With every move he makes, another throw of the dice

Falling into something new

Falling, someone’s watching you

Falling

Falling

Falling

Falling, someone’s watching