Never Stop Falling

It may be a long way to the bottom
I may not ever get back up
I might die trying to wrestle with the world
But I will never stop falling in love
“Awake, and give yourself up to the hours!”
Announced mad Monk the veteran from his perch upon the corner
“Afoot! Get out and in, to bursting flowers!
The earth we turn, refreshed of death, reborn a crumbling border.”
Awake, I did indeed, afoot the quaking street
Wailed with the sirens’ trial – a grinning spitting smile!
It may be a long way to the bottom
You will not promise the sky above
You might die trying to wake up with the world
But you can never stop falling in love
And I swear, upon this stone that spins darkness into day
We’re gonna tell each other stories until we float away
It may be a long way all the way down through the bottom
We may not ever make it from the center of the earth back up
We might expire, breathless to experience this world
But we won’t ever stop falling –
Oh no, you feel the hunger?
It comes over you from under
Old Monk swears: “I’m not afraid this time!”
Miramar shouts: “I’m not ashamed this time!”
He bellows back: “I’m not gonna second guess this opening of my eyes!”
She affirms: “I am not about to apologize!”
And you will never stop falling in love
You will not ever stop falling in love
You cannot ever stop falling in love
Never stop falling in love