Thursday, March 11, 2010

Falling Slowly

By Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova:

I don't know you, but I want you, all the more for that.
Words fall through me, always fool me, and I can't react.

And games that never amount to more than they're meant,
will play themselves out.

Take this sinking boat, and point it home, we've still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice, you've made it now.

Falling slowly, eyes that know me, and I can't go back.
Moods that take me, and erase me, and I'm painted black.

Well you suffered enough, and warred with yourself,
it's time that you've won.

Take this sinking boat, and point it home, we've still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice, you've made it now.

Falling slowly, sing your melody, I'll sing it loud.