Fall on me   Fall on me   Fall on me   Fall on me      Birds of a feather and a featherless cap   Poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat   Moist hands fold to pray for a painless truth   We dance on the tracks of a train called Youth      Truth's on the table like a toxic spill   And we wrestle in the sheets with our own freewill   If we never shake hands with a phantom called Fame   I'll still have your picture in a picture frame      If you should fall   Fall on me, yeah   Fall on me   Fall on me, yeah   Fall on me      Forty-acre farm we can call our own   With a chocolate lab and no telephone   The full moon's leering in a lover's swoon   And the apple tree's swaying to a windy tune   (Save me I'm falling for you)      But we won't get to heaven if we just sit still   If we don't cry murder maybe no one will   We're riding tandem down Sycamore hill   If we hit the brakes we're gonna take a big spill      If you should fall   Fall on me, yeah   Fall on me   Fall on me, yeah   Fall on me      And if my hand were taken hold of   I'd slip away with you love   Slip away with you love   Slip away with you love   Slip away with you love      Slip away with you love   Slip away with you love   Slip away with you love   Slip away with you love      Slip away with you love   Slip away with you love   Slip away with you love   Slip away with you love      Birds of a feather and a featherless cap   Poor lovers breed songs in a two-room flat   Moist hands fold to pray for a painless truth   We dance on the tracks of a train called 'Youth'