For he said - "Do not blame the gravity for falling in love"
And neither you said that you'll catch a falling star
When autumn comes everything falls from up above
So you can't blame me either for falling apart.
Picture the sunset in a yellow orange hue
Cradling your eyes until the stars shine through
Sky turning black and yours turning blue
In a tale of autumn that speaks of you.
Beautiful feathers until they're all gone
Falling like a fallen angel kissed by the sun
Descending like the sunset so divine
The art of falling described by Einstein.
And I can't blame the gravity, can I?
Neither can I blame the heart that's on fire
Blowing the smoke into the eyes
For by his theory, you too will fall like I.