By the Way... Fallon's Alive

Sun sets early in December
Like made of brick the dark gets thick
And hard to get through
And it´s freezing and it´s cold
I am told
I’m inside not part of the game
It always ends the same
Turn the TV on again
The coast is clear and help is near
And easy to come by
And I still know that old face
There’s no trace
Gone for long? Did she end up in space?
This is where he says:
«And by the way… Fallon’s still alive»
What matters then anyway?
And I think I know it from here
One foot in front of the other
Until I reach solid ground
Pounding through another December
Though it’s really not that hard
Feeling quite a spark
Of the blood starting to flow
And it grows out of all the covers I know
Just as he goes:
«And by the way… Fallon’s still alive»
What matters then anyway?
And I think I know it from here
One foot in front of the other
Until I reach solid ground
And home is where I’m bound
And I like what I’ve found