Lyrics Falling Face First - Justin Nozuka

Falling Face First

Young boy grows up in South Carolina
Raised on ain’t no point, this worlds got nothing for ya
He goes missing every blue moon for about an hour
Comes back home to an empty house full of silence that grows louder and louder
and louder
Deep at night depression creeps through his window
And he re-reads and re writes the letter that he wrote
Back and forth voices tell him secrets
Do not, do not, do not, yes do
Please don’t tell momma death is coming for you
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Young boy goes to sleep and wakes up a man
Blue moon comes back around, but he don’t turn back to take his mother’s hand
Momma’s crying, she’s crying out blood
Slowly dying, she’s calling out, she’s calling out
Momma’s crying, she’s crying out blood
Slowly dying, she’s calling out, she keeps calling out
I’m singing
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
The sun is setting
Blue moon is rising
The stars are lightened
His heart is pounding
He can feel it in his feet
And he can feel it in his throat
He can feel it in his hands
As he walks up to the edge
He doesn’t fear death anymore
The sea upon the shore
One hundred feet above the shore
He drops the letter that he wrote
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air
Mister why you look so sad while you’re falling face first through the air