You make it easy to fall,

In love that is.

 

Not really my style,

To fall that is.

 

I like to drift,

And wade through my happiness,

And sing light songs of those happy days,

But with you it's hard to say.

 

And when I smile,

And laugh,

Or cry,

Yours is the face,

That makes it all intensify.

 

That's okay,

As long as you're there,

To hold my hand,

My heart,

My pride.

 

So maybe falling,

Is my style after all.