Falling Down

I like it when the future’s lost and found
Breaks free and floods this town
And when the evenings start to smell like smoke
It feels like falling down
Wake up cold, the moon’s still gold
The kitchen floor is freezing
The radiators aren’t even warm
But you are and you’re upstairs sleeping
The streets are blocked by leaves and fallen trees
And roofs punctured by branches
The wind’s the only thing that’s fully free
But we’ll still take our chances
Back on the fourth floor
No, we don’t live there anymore
Back at the side door
Wearing colors that I once wore