Текст: Eugene Kelly. Oomalama. Breakfast.

Cold September morn I was reborn
the sun gate crashed through my front door
Upon my soul, my life's made whole
I'd only ask for anymore if sometime soon
If I could wish upon your kiss then..
Cold April night, no end in sight
the letters pile behind her door
Upon my soul, I'm growing old
I'd only ask for one thing more if sometime soon
I'll be the words, you'll be the tune
Sometimes I can't help falling down(x4)
Cold September morn, I was reborn,
the sun gate crashed through my front door
Upon my soul my life's made whole
I d only ask for one thing more if sometime soon
If I could fly upon your silence
Sometimes I can't help falling down(x4)