Testo Backbone

I'm falling for you now
But you're gone before I hit the ground

What little peace we found
Don't ever let me out

And I'm waiting for it now
The minutes become ours to hold
We're carrying this doubt
It's [?] the doubt

And I'm falling faster now
And I'll never make a sound, no

It's only but the fog, my dear
It picks you up and'll soon be clear
It's only but the fog, my dear
It picks you up and'll soon be clear

I'm falling for you now
But you're gone before I hit the ground
But you're gone before I hit the ground But you're gone before I hit the ground