The Fall — A Flock Of Seagulls

Ive seen your face before

In shadows on the wall;

Splinters of broken light,

Echos that spear the night.

Is this the fall

Or is this the fall?

Is this the fall

Or is this the fall?

Ive passed this way before

Walked through the open door;

Walked through the darkest night

Throughout the brightest light.

Is this the fall

Or is this the fall?

Is this the fall

Or is this the fall?

Is this the fall

Or is this the fall?

Is this the fall

Or is this the fall?

Is this the fall

Or is this the fall?

Is this the fall...

Typed by john manfreda