Falling (Bbc Proms At The Royal Albert Hall)

I've fallen out of favour and I've fallen from grace
Fallen out of trees and I've fallen on my face
Fallen out of taxis, out of windows too
I fell in your opinion when I fell in love with you

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air to give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem, when I'm falling, I'm at peace
It's only when I hit the ground it causes all the grief

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

This is a song for a scribbled-out name
That my love keeps writing again and again
This is a song for a scribbled-out name
That my love keeps writing again and again
And again and again and again and again
And again and again and again and again
And again and again and again and again
And again and again and again

I've danced myself up, drunk myself down
Found people to love, left people to drown
And I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall
If there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared
At all, at all
At all, at all
Oh
Oh, oh

Sometimes I wish for falling, wish for the release
Wish for falling through the air to give me some relief
Because falling's not the problem, when I'm falling, I'm at peace
It's only when I hit the ground it causes all the grief

Thank you so much, good night