| Falling, falling | |
| The sun is burning black. | |
| Falling, falling | |
| It's beating on my back, | |
| With the fire. | |
| Falling, falling | |
| And the moon is running red. | |
| It's pulling me instead, with the fire. | |
| Fire. | |
| but there's a fire inside. | |
| I'm falling over. | |
| There's a fire in me. | |
| And I call out. | |
| And I feel some fire. | |
| I'm calling out. | |
| The stars are falling down. | |
| They knock me to the ground. | |
| With the fire, fire. | |
| And there's a fire inside. | |
| When I'm falling over, | |
| There's a fire in me. | |
| When I call out, | |
| There's a fire inside. | |
| When I'm falling over, | |
| I feel the fire. | |
| I'm burning fire, falling. |