Hang On

So I'm slowly falling forwards
and my heels don't touch no ground
but it don't feel like falling forward
'cos it's not the same old ground
where you used to stand so tall
when summer was still small.

But I can feel the mood is changing,
comes trouble in the air.
And you don't feel so strong, no
since winter came along.

Hang on.

Now the earth's rotating backwards
and your shoes don't fit your soul.
We all stumble in our darkness
'cos somehow the lights never came through
but if you could turn them on, oh -
you'd find me stumbling next to you.

Hang on.

Close your eyes and it'll be gone.
Just a storm, no, nothing's wrong
force a smile and it won't be long,
it won't be long.