Sky Starts Falling

Who am I supposed to be?
I can’t be sure that the next one will see me

And if the sky starts falling on the street outside
The only thing that satisfies
If the sky starts falling on the heads outside
The only thing that keeps me alive

If you see her again, be sure to say hello
Be sure to send my love
Did she seem like before
Could you seem above it all
Be sure to send my love

Wake up, waking up to see
It’s a sign
That what will be will be

And if the sky starts falling on the street outside
The only thing that satisfies
If the sky starts falling on the heads outside
The only thing that keeps me alive

I swear I heard her call, call my name
I swear I heard her call, can I move on

If you see her again, be sure to say hello
Be sure to send my love
Did she seem like before
Can’t you see above it all
Be sure to send my love

I swear I heard her call, call my name
I swear I heard her call, can I move on

Did she call herself a friend?
Don’t call on me again, don’t call on me again
Did she seem like before
Did she seem above it all
Be sure to send my love

Directed By Reuben Sutherland

NME Review

The alarm bells start ringing as soon as you clock that title, which sounds like the kind of thing that would be generated by a computer programmed with Fundaments Of 21st Century Big Rock 2.0. And indeed, we get quiet bits, loud chorus bits, a slight change of tack in the middle eight and a switch back to the original recipe. Doves have given us some soaring pop songs but this is just bells-and-whistles, smoke-and-mirrors stadium-pleasing ho-hummery. What’s in a title, eh kids?