The Fall
Little Nemo
I was only twenty years old
Answering to an uncertain call
I left my home again
One ticket a brand new train
It was the price I had to pay
For feeling another pain
Washed by the rain
Nothing to say
An empty room, an idle boy
Who used to stand against the wall
Until the morning comes
Why is this place so cold?
Why is this place so cold?
I met the others among the crowd
Sharing more than a taste of sound
Don't let it be washed by the rain
Washed by the rain
Is it always the same?
I was only twenty years old
Answering to an uncertain call
Will I stop to fall?
Free years of my life
Free years of my life
Free years of my life
Free years of my life