sitting on top of a tree   looking down on me - too blue   to be looking up to a dream of yours   a painting of a room with a million doors   the memory of a key in a sea of time   the keeper of the tree is no friend of mine   falling down   i`m falling down      sitting on top of the world   looking down on you - too blue   to be looking up to a dream of mine   a painting of a shoe like a porcupine   a painting of a wood in the south of france   standing by the edge of a new romance   i`m falling down   isn`t it true   on days that are blue   a light in the heart comes shining through   todos contentos y yo tambien   there`s a word on my lips   spelled like: the end      flying with the wings of a dove   looking down on love - too blue   to be looking up to a dream of light   a painting of the world but far too bright   a picture of your luck that turned it`s back   a crumpled paper plane has left it`s track   falling down   sitting on top of a cloud   looking down on me - too blue   to understand the point of that dream of mine   the painting of a shoe like a porcupine   the painting of a wood in the south of france   standing by the edge of a new romance   falling down   i`m falling down      isn`t it true   on days that are blue   a light in the heart comes shining through   todos contentos y yo tambien   there`s a word on my lips   spelled like: the end