I keep falling down in the nights

I keep falling down in the nights
I keep falling from the heights
They should call it pure madness
Who cares if it is just a sadness
Of a man who’s falling in the nights

I keep dreaming every night
Dark dreams are coming in the light
They should call it superstition
Who cares if it is just a desposition
Of a man who is dreamin’ in the night

The water keep falling on my head
The night is around and I’m on my tread
They should call it a simple elusion
But I refuse to jump in a quick conclusion
‘Couse it’s a water that keeps falling on my head

I keep talking to myself all the time
Spreading hands like a bird, ain’t it fine ?
They should call it an elevation
It might turn out to be an evasion
Of the man who’s talking to himself time to time

I keep falling from the heights
I keep dreaming in the long nights
They might call it an envision
Who cares if it’s just a prevision
Of a dream that falls down in the night