Falling Slowly

I don't know you, but I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me and always fool me
And I can't react

And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
The moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black

Well, you have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
You've made it now

Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing it now

Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

Bird of Sorrow

Even if a day feels too long, if you feel like you can't wait another one

And you're slowly giving up on everything, love is gonna find you again.

Love is gonna find you, you better be ready then.

You've been kneeling in the dark for far too long.

You've been waiting for that spark, but it hasn't come.

Well I'm calling to you please, get off the floor

A good heart will find you again.

A good heart will find you, just be ready then.

Tethered to a bird of sorrow, a voice that's buried in the hollow

You've given over to self-deceiving, you're prostrate bowed, but not believing

You've squandered more than you can borrow

You've bet your joy on all tomorrows, for the hope of some returning'

While everything around you is burning.

Come on, we gotta get out, get out of this mess we made

And still for all our talk, we're both so afraid.

Will we leave this up to chance like we do everything?

Love is gonna find us again

Love is gonna find us, we've got to be ready then.

Tethered to a bird of sorrow, a voice that's buried in the hollow

You've given over to self-deceiving, you're prostrate bowed, but not believing

You've squandered more than you could borrow

And you bet your joys on all tomorrows, for the hope of some returning

While everything around you's burning.

Well I'm not leaving you here, I'm not leaving you here. I'm not leaving.

I'm hanging on

Hanging on, with the faithful.

Glen Hansard