I butter your bread   I snift your wine   And when I was tired   I was tired of lying      I'm falling   I'm falling   I'm falling   I fall, like I fell for you      Whose name is a crucifier?   Whose heart needs a bigger sweater?   Who throws pages into the fire?   Oh, if that's you, why would I notice?      I'm not your fleece   I'm not your fire   And I'm not crayon   And I'm not your kite      Whose name is a crucifier?   Whose heart needs a bigger sweater?   Who throws pages into the fire?   Well, if that's you, I wouldn't know      Oh, if that's you   Why would I notice?   If that's you   Why would I notice?      Whose name is a crucifier?   Whose heart needs a bigger sweater?   Who throws pages into the fire?   Well, that's you      I'm falling   I'm falling   I'm falling   I fall . . .   I'm falling   I'm falling   I'm falling   I fall . . .