Wearing your jacket in the morning
The colors should have been a warning
Nevertheless was I falling
Slowly but never boring
Falling out of grace
Falling on my face
Searching your embrace
Looking for my place
When you were leaving
Heavy breathing
I tried believing
But started grieving
And so I fell
Remembering your smell
On the jacket oh too well
Like an embracing hell
I fell out of grace
I fell on my face