| Song | Falling Down |
| Artist | Laika |
| Album | Wherever I Am I Am What Is Missing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| They’re moving out boxes | |
| Piled in the hall | |
| Birthday gifts and houses | |
| Redirect them all | |
| I need you like water | |
| I love you like air | |
| But I am the girl in ill-fitting underwear | |
| Walk into nighttime | |
| No more than a name | |
| Baggage and raindrops | |
| Feeding the flames | |
| Like footprints in fresh snow | |
| I’m easy to see | |
| Seemingly hoping | |
| For moss to grow on me | |
| Watching and willing at you | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Injury as something to do | |
| All reciprocating | |
| Still in the same skin | |
| All the old clothes | |
| Nothing changing | |
| Nothing to know | |
| A point in the distance | |
| A drop of a man | |
| Bet double or nothing | |
| And never understand | |
| Watching and willing at you | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Injury as something to do | |
| All reciprocating |
| They' re moving out boxes | |
| Piled in the hall | |
| Birthday gifts and houses | |
| Redirect them all | |
| I need you like water | |
| I love you like air | |
| But I am the girl in illfitting underwear | |
| Walk into nighttime | |
| No more than a name | |
| Baggage and raindrops | |
| Feeding the flames | |
| Like footprints in fresh snow | |
| I' m easy to see | |
| Seemingly hoping | |
| For moss to grow on me | |
| Watching and willing at you | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Injury as something to do | |
| All reciprocating | |
| Still in the same skin | |
| All the old clothes | |
| Nothing changing | |
| Nothing to know | |
| A point in the distance | |
| A drop of a man | |
| Bet double or nothing | |
| And never understand | |
| Watching and willing at you | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Injury as something to do | |
| All reciprocating |
| They' re moving out boxes | |
| Piled in the hall | |
| Birthday gifts and houses | |
| Redirect them all | |
| I need you like water | |
| I love you like air | |
| But I am the girl in illfitting underwear | |
| Walk into nighttime | |
| No more than a name | |
| Baggage and raindrops | |
| Feeding the flames | |
| Like footprints in fresh snow | |
| I' m easy to see | |
| Seemingly hoping | |
| For moss to grow on me | |
| Watching and willing at you | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Injury as something to do | |
| All reciprocating | |
| Still in the same skin | |
| All the old clothes | |
| Nothing changing | |
| Nothing to know | |
| A point in the distance | |
| A drop of a man | |
| Bet double or nothing | |
| And never understand | |
| Watching and willing at you | |
| Intoxicating | |
| Injury as something to do | |
| All reciprocating |