Little River Band Falling
by Stephen Housden and Malcolm Wakeford Falling, 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 dge 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.
