Every word that I've ever said
Is empty as air like gossamer thread

I come tumbling out of a single bed
To be with you again

And isn't it strange
That the method I choose
Is a way to get close
But I get further from you?

I try to step away
But I am too scared to move
Like i I'm in love again

And when it's over we go down to the streets
Feeling like models learning to be
Falling like leaves, falling like leaves
Falling like leaves, falling like leaves

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Writer(s): Brett Anderson, Richard Oakes